Lyrics:
Rootie Tootie

Met my future wife today And her name is Kathy Mae Rootie tootie, (rootie tootie) Rootie tootie, (rootie tootie) Rootie tootie, shes my Sunday gal. Feelin

Rooty toot toot Rooty toot toot We had it made in the shade Like a ball through the hoop Spinnin' and tumblin' inside this hoola hoop Livin' and learnin' Rooty toot toot Rooty toot

You got to get ya cut get a coke make a soda Mix it up whip it up a put in a pot Cook it up let it sit till it rock chop It up bag it then put on the

Yeah, all in my face feelin' me All in my face feelin' me We was up in the club Fillin' these with all the intention we sip of Hennessey My friend and

Man I use to be stressed for bread. dead broke, jackin' off thinkin about big butts and daggets in bed. i been a crook i done took paychecks and fled

Stay up Hold ya head up It's hell in the streets boy Hold your head young nigga, cause it's hell I'm sittin' in the courtroom, stomach full of butterflies

I'm so sick of bein' lonely Every night while my man goes out with his homies I wanna know how it feels to be loved, be loved Sick of being lonely Every

Two times, comin up, and I feel you and I done it up together Crushed a qt time and tha fun is up, sun down, and the sun is up Late at night night and

Gurl fuck that nigga, Sean, he ain't bout shit anyway Allwayz with them bitch ass friends I don't know why y'all fuckin' with his lame ass anywayz Smoke