Y.O.U.

Traces of lipstick on my collar Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow Lady Madonna like to drink but she don't like to swallow Rockin' that product, honey stay up in the beauty parlor Girl, it would be my honour, make you my baby momma Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin Sucker for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin' Suckin' then finger-fuckin', then let me show you somethin' I'll knock that stuffin' off that English muffin Can't tell me nothin', uh-uh Pushin' yo' panic button in when I'm stuckin' All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC! Ooh, girl, you nasty Yo' I get it on poppin' Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers Sockin' your mouth with a torn stockin' Wrapped around ya noggin', I'm creepin' when you parkin' Shoot out the lights, darken, the area, then hop in Pick up my bigger nigga who helped me figure out the plottin' Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough Shoppin' in rotten, New York, first flockin' Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', dearly departed niggas Unforgetable can be forgotten Doc and Meth album enterin' the top ten Choppin' it raw, lockin' and blockin' Only raw choppin', it's metaphores, so cops can stop watchin' I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em Renevate your appartment, when these two things barkin' My Mackamichi knockin' Bougie hoes be spottin' on they tampons I get 'em drippin' like leaky faucets Now who a bitch nigga? (Now who a snitch nigga?) Now who the shit nigga? (Now who the sick nigga?) Now who you with nigga? (With who you with nigga?) Who rock shit nigga? (Who pop shit nigga?) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) I figured it out, ya'll niggas ain't as big as your mouth My street value, well, it won't even fit in your couch When I bust titties come out No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out Son should duck out Nothin' to lose, poppin' a two up in your goose Buckle your shoes, scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas Gettin' 'em dirty, dirty with the hersey and the bombin' Holla the drama, fire two in your armor Your pigeon better call ma, the ice is a honour Twin help me lift an arm up, lebaba with ya momma Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC Ooh, girl you nasty Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance Ain't got no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin' Come miss and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin' I ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin' Rippin' these compositions, scrippin' them paper-written Hold 'em and hit 'n' stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin' Shittin' like, no he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin' Chattin' like Joe gettin' All in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy It ain't no half-steppin', I keep reppin' Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin' Duckin' my Smith & Wesson, trashin' the Meth and catchin' Hell, we leave you restin' in peace BBC Ooh girl you nasty Now who the bitch nigga? (Now who the snitch nigga?) Now who the shit nigga? (Now who the sick nigga?) Now who you with nigga? (With who you with nigga?) Who rock shit nigga? (Who pop shit nigga?) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!) Come on! (Come on!)