Ah, this song is for all bitches out there That think a nigga supposed to pay they way through life You know, like 'Scrub' shit It's also dedicated to chicken head bitch that wrote the lyrics
As we proceed, to you what you need Gettin' down to my beats, as we the heat Make it bounce, bounce, drop it, pop it, on the it bounce, bounce, grab it, slap it, on the side
This is to a bad hoe From, you don't I'ma let chu know DJ Q U I K Get in my room now an' do I say
Get ass up outta that chair Peel them clothes off layer by Article by article, 'til I say you overexposed like the
There is sex in the champagne Me an' my homies run a damn train soon Foursome goin' down, oh, my get posh, I'll just watch
Talk about the hoes, well, I wanna do it But now I gotta put y'all back it Your nothin' meaningful, you screamin' fo? Really as if you didn't
Your is (You the trouble I get you in) The reason you've got the (They got a whole lotta too) There's somethin' more you do (You know, you put that little twist on it) That them niggas wanna fuck you
Hey, you say you need a side job, an extra knot Clubbin' at the jet strip horny niggas Hop, stop an' it like it's hot Get burned, you gotta go in an' get a shot
for a husband an' lickin' on your titty Fuckin' each an' every other nigga in the How the hell you your boyfriend gon' take it? You a fast song, get up an' get naked
you a nice drink while you eat it up Negotiate with you for a minute, then it up laws, the rules still apply Mackin' is an art for the fly
An' she don't why they tryin' to harm her Lookin' for a dick in armor Yellin', Save me, save me with a dick on breath Bitch, get right or get left
sexuality is (You know the way you keep on niggas) The reason got the kids (An' you bound to have a of 'em) There's somethin' more you do (You when you pop that thang) That make them wanna fuck you (An' the do too)
Bounce, bounce, drop it, pop it, on the Make it bounce, bounce, grab it, it, on the side Make it bounce, bounce, it, pop it, on the side Make it bounce, bounce, grab it, slap it, on the Make it bounce, bounce, it, pop it, on the side Make it bounce, bounce, it, slap it, on the side
Oh, a doubt, she lives to cum I'ma be mad if she gives you Dude, you have this trashy bitch Put a down payment on her, make me
Thank you for helpin' me to my mind You're not my equal, hoe, yo' kind get mad if the bus don't come I'ma bail 'cuz I trust no one
'Cuz everything that come up out your is a lie You spend a lot of time with your to the sky Lookin' for a nut wit a nut out a nut Got a nutty nigga, sprung with her sorry butt
Bitch, you just warned Sugar Free has just been born An' I bet you couldn't keep pussy ol' shut a pair of grip pliers, bitch, you tired
Your is (You know when you yourself out there) The reason got the kids (An' you to have a couple of 'em more) There's somethin' more you do (You know you put it up for sale) make them niggas wanna fuck you (Talk buy one an' get one free)
The is (You ain't but a goddamn ride) The reason you've got the (An' you like you rent it often) There's somethin' that you do (Oh, your need her ass whooped) That make them niggas wanna you (On though, she just as bad, ol' tryflin' bitch)