The Guide

Ain't the type to let you tell her what she needs

Ain't gon' sit or stand around

I laid them all, I leave 'em sick mamacita on me

One touch is never allowed

She said "What you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want"

"What you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want, what you want"

Ooooh

Ooooh

Where you goin?

Where you goin?

Where you goin?

Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo

I need a winning woman, a wonder woman

A Gal Gadot, sophisticated and hot

She knowin' what she doing like the music here

When she step on the scene she could light up the block, ugh

Sittin' all, took her, make her awesome

Simple hearts Had too many women I know

Who could look at your soul, just by looking at you

I heard she got these niggas falling at her feet

She kneels to no one with her golden crown

You'd be the one play ball

You'd be the one play ball

Have mercy on me, put some magic on me

Be my guide in the dark, ugh

Have mercy on me, put some magic on me

Be my guide in the dark, guide in the dark

Ooooh

Ooooh

Where you goin'?

Where you goin'?

Where you goin'?

Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo, Eyoo

So when did we become, so sophisticated and smart

And trying so hard, that we forget that we were animals

But never her, I never heard a creature make such sounds

It never would occur to people her up-downs

Convertible would murder evil, pup pup hounds

Just been dogging her

Courtesy and real love found, just been dodging her

Mr. man, misogyny hands, been massaging her

If she ran and blew up her town, shit I would pardon her

Put a part in her scalp, scratch her dandruff

Put her heart in your hand, she threw a tantrum

Better let her get that shit off, bug repellent

Hear they've been telling her nah since forever

Hear some Melvin and Bluenotes is all she know

Murder, murder, murder

My murder is all she wrote

Perverted, she prefer to be hurted, claw her throat

All the dirty verdicts, she learns watching soaps

Yeah

Ooooh

Ooooh

Where you goin?

Where you goin?

Where you goin?

Semi-automatic with the passion when we making love

Never made it to the bed, sexing on the living room floor

Now she on the warpath, homie probably busted you and pissed her off

Got this woman on the prowl, on the hunt she gon' eat them all

And she know what she looking for, know what she looking for

She said she got herself some Louboutins, got her self some Louboutins

Not indecisive, indecisive at all

She know what she looking for

Got herself some Louboutins

Ooooh

Ooooh

Where you goin?

Where you goin?

Where you goin?