Your Fuckin' Song

Best stay out my fucking life, ain't nobody put me on

Bitches gotta say I'm right, even if they know I'm wrong

Hurry up we gonna be late, girl you take too fucking long

You ain't gotta perpetrate you know this your fucking song!

Peep, I grab the Fiji water, then proceed to slaughter

All you teeny bopper, prima donnas, sweet vaginas, I promise

I swear you act just like virgins, you gonna need Madonna

The way I'm teaching this sermon, you gonna think Obama

It's not a God idea to jump in here and feed piranhas

You'll be another statistic, my nigga, freakanomics

We ain't no back pack rap group, just geeked on rhyming

I don't read the dictionary, I just redefine it

Tell your bitch that she could grind it, work it and I'll be behind it

Goin' deep into your hymen, 'bout to win another Heisman

She says she love to ride it, well hop on it I'm the fucking pilot

Yeah, this is her favorite song, Just like this her favorite thong

Back then she said no to drugs, now she's like let's hit the bong

I'll be like you smoke too much, she'll be like you joke too much

Turn your ass around and get your fingers in your toes to touch

Yeah, girl, you know what's up

Keep her in the cobra clutch

Get so deep I'm on them guts

Beat it fast, slow it up

Nikon, Polaroid

I should take a photo boy

Cause I be on that ass like that man who ride the polo horse

Polo shirt, polo shorts, polo canvas, oh of course

Get it on them polo sheets, that's why we call polo sports

Yeah, that's my Atlantic girl, she look like a Fanta girl

Southern hospitality

I'm working on my manners, girl!

Big plans, y'all in quick sand, nigga how you're rolling?

Every second's history, all about the moment!

Sit when you're pissed, we save all that fo' a woman

Blackin' out on niggas, well I call that there the omen

Own it, Gone to Tacoma by the morning

Mouth piece like I'm on the corner fo' the hoein'

Out in south beach like I'm going to the hole and

Live nigga shit, y'all just goin' through the motions

Woken, easy like a young Billy Ocean

Focus on my visions seen the options really open

Niggas out of jail, no L's will be floating

Got an L.A. bitch but her ass really open

Posted, toasted, no going through emotions

Pulled her at the Coliseum, had to use a trojan

Pull up then I gotta serve them all like the dopeman

You know how we're rolling, we know what we're holding!