[Verse 1]
|
I wanna slip and slide with you, maybe dippin¡¯ dots with you
|
Hit your spot tissue so you know that I¡¯m official
|
You say my words tickle like you do my pickle
|
In and all around your mouth like a icicle
|
If you don¡¯t wanna be my bitch then be my little puppy
|
Cause companionship is lovely, lovey dovey in a oven
|
Bakin¡¯ muffins from scratch, baby I¡¯m fuckin¡¯ with that
|
She pulls rabbits outta hats and place ¡®em on Alladin¡¯s mat
|
And it¡¯s a fact, excellence isn¡¯t satisfactory
|
The reason she backtracks for me, the reason she backtracks for me
|
We take it slow, not that Tylenol
|
We do it because we can, Aerosol
|
We get it on, bottles, Cabernet, wine involved
|
She be winin¡¯ but don¡¯t be cryin¡¯ at all
|
Thats¡¯ my down ass broad, she¡¯ll pop a nigga for me
|
Take his watch and jewelry
|
We middle finger front street, from the Gons to Belize
|
Bonnie and Clyde, nigga
|
|
[Verse 2]
|
You wanna slip and slide with me, hop inside my ride with me
|
My right kidney, you better work it out
|
When the doubtful feelings become shouts from ceilings
|
The lies are unrevealed and real, damn she scoldy grillin¡¯
|
But me, I¡¯m chillin¡¯, let her leave, but not too far I pull her back
|
It wasn¡¯t my intentions to run out over fuller back
|
Yeah, full affect, you mess with her and tools erect
|
The nooses neck, I speak in death and bruise the flesh of who¡¯s to test
|
She fly, I flew the jet, you ain¡¯t even the passenger
|
I¡¯m high, you knew this shit ain¡¯t even in my atmosphere
|
Get out of her you amateur, you¡¯re thirsty like a scavenger
|
Lil guppy I¡¯m albacore, I hit you shit you after words
|
They say love is a massacre, cancer as might as catheter
|
Mark it in your calender, tomorrow is accounted for
|
And if it is, she¡¯s the amount of work
|
Then when I hit the ground of dirt, I¡¯m down to work
|
For the amount it¡¯s worth, yeah
|
|
-----------------
|
Fordabitches
|
Hodgy Beats |