Shea Butter

Yeah Treat you like a dog, my pants to my dog Treat you like a dog Look, look I said I'm black (Black) Like the nigga that's in Blade Runner My bitch (Bitch), smell like TRESemmé and shea butter She bad (Ay), nigga I can't stay away from her If she try to block me, get a new phone or change numbers Ain't no pussy in the pen, I can't do jail cells (Whoa) Ladies love a nigga, I'm the new LL (Ay) 'Bout to run this whole shit, nigga you can't tell Imma "Hit 'Em Up Style" nigga, Blu Cantrell (Yeay) I said I'm black (Black) Like the nigga that's in Blade Runner My bitch (Bitch), smell like TRESemmé and shea butter She bad (Bad), nigga I can't stay away from her Pussy so fire, gotta get some every day from her I'm not no gangster (Ay), I ain't no killer, I ain't no crook But I ain't pussy (Swear to god) And I ain't playing by the book Don't you bring her (Don't you bring her) To my show you'll get her took She said I look good, and I rap how I look (Yeay) Swear that I just knew that it would be like this (Whoa) Ate out from the back, that's how I keep my bitch (Ay) 'Fore I pull up to your bar, girl I beat my dick She don't open my DM then I delete my shit (Yeay) I said now all these blue strips (Ay), from all these Ben Franklins (Ay) Black girls love me I got silk pillow cases (Whoa) You gon' have me calling your phone on them crazy hours (Bitch) So girl I look at you and I think baby shower (Ooh) I said I heard about your ex (Ex), story is depressing (Ay) I see you two ways, naked and undressing (Eeh) Sometimes you call me Pardi, sometimes you call me sexy (Ay) You know she call me Big Poppa when I'm in that small intestine (Ooh) 'Cause I'm black (Black) Like the nigga that's in Blade Runner My bitch (Whoa), smell like TRESemmé and shea butter She bad (Bad), nigga I can't stay away from her If she try to block me, get a new phone or change numbers (Yeay) Ain't no pussy in the pen, I can't do jail cells (Ay) Ladies love a nigga, I'm the new LL (Ooh) 'Bout to run this whole shit, nigga you can't tell Imma "Hit 'Em Up Style" nigga, Blu Cantrell (Bla) I said she light in the rack (Rack), heavy in the back (Ooh) I'm just stuck on what you got, I don't notice what you lack I don't care about your ex, he'll never get it back And he better not call, that's how niggas get attacked (Bla) I said I'm light on my toes, but I'm dark with the liquor (Yeah) Long with the money but I'm short with the temper (Yeah) Call this .40 Trey Songz, I go hard with the trigger (Yeah) I wet your whole gang, shoot up all of his members (Pew-pew-pew-pew) Did a song with Cardi B (B), now Ne-Yo and Adele (Yeah) You said that that's your girl but she make it hard to tell (Ay) I used to rock FUBU (FUBU), now I wear Chanel I might buy a turtleneck, I'm coming out my shell (Ay) I want you, gotta have you, I don't think you understand (You don't) I heard you when you told me you already got a man (So) That nigga probably love you but can't fuck you like I can You need a man in your pussy, not a pussy as your man And I'm black (Black) Like the nigga that's in Blade Runner My bitch (Whoa), smell like TRESemmé and shea butter She bad (Bad), nigga I can't stay away from her If she try to block me, get a new phone or change numbers (Yeay) Ain't no pussy in the pen, I can't do jail cells (Ay) Ladies love a nigga, I'm the new LL (Ooh) 'Bout to run this whole shit, nigga you can't tell Imma "Hit 'Em Up Style" nigga, Blu Cantrell (Bla)