Kill For Your Lovin'

She keep switchin' that ass and she know she playin'

Lick her lips when she walk past, she know she playin'

Bad as hell, I know, she must have a man

I got to have you's what I'm sayin'

She gotta be the baddest, marital status don't matter

Hit it like a batter and dickin' up in her bladder

She diggin' the chadder, the way that I'm comin' at her

Too many get the number, get out of her little lighter and I

Up there like down and hope she stayin'

I got to have you's what I'm sayin'

I kill for your lovin'

(Say it) I will for your lovin'

(Tell me) What to do with my lovin'

(Nothin') I won't do for your lovin'

Now give it up to me

I kill for your lovin'

(Say it) I will for your lovin'

(Tell me) What to do with my lovin'

(Nothin') I won't do for your lovin'

Give it up to me

He tryin' to holla-ho-holla, no, he trippin'

But he got them kinda lips that was made for kissin'

Maybe he packin' and he got somethin' with him

I think I'm goin' with him

He gotta be a winner and gotta take me to dinner

And then he goin' in gonna deliver

I never let him in her if baby is a beginner

Cause this'll be the to put you off in a blender

He's like a player and got a lot of women

I don't care, I'm goin' with him

Your man ain't no problem, off him, it's automatic

His hands up to you up off him, it's automatic

I'll come, call me, it's automatic

You know I gots to have it

And I'll be

Focused on pokin' you on a regular-regular

Ready to take at any competitor (I'll stalk you)

And ain't nobody better that can piddly-diddly you

Man, I'll make you bite the piddle a little (I got you)

She can make me do the fool and I ain't playin'

I gots to have you's what I'm sayin'