Bout It

Swear to God, might fuck with this new OVO shit

Swear to God, hallelujah to the under lords

How we ride when we ride

East niggas tell how we ride out Sauga city trip

She call me like she can't wait, she want it now now now

I give it to her that way, right now now now

We pop and roll to the strip, grind on that dick

I brought her back to the crib, skipped the foreplay

She's laying down it's 2 ish

Right on my bed, blonde bitch with her blue eyes

Like butter the way she spread

Oh man, I love my lil' chicka

My Nina, Melina, Aurona, Melauna

She want the anaconda right? (yah)

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

'Bout it, 'bout it

Your body, your body is pure gold

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it

'Bout it, 'bout it

The way you prove you're 'bout it girl

She loves my style, love the way I sound

Love the way I talk, love the way I hang

God made no mistake, I done came a long way

So don't mind me, if I don't mind you

Nigga I got pill poppin' bitches in the back, of the Cherokee

Bitches still don't know how to react, to sincerity

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

'Bout it, 'bout it

Your body, your body is pure gold

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it?

Is you 'bout it, 'bout it

'Bout it, 'bout it

The way you prove you're 'bout it girl

Stop telling those lies about me girl

And I just might call you back some time

A nigga might just holla back some time

I might just hit you back like

Stop telling those lies about me girl

I might just call you back one day

I might just call you back one day

(Might just call you back)

(Sex on the couch, no pull out

Sex on the couch, no pull out)

Yea... yea...