Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Major Nine
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Chad Thomas
Songwriter
Lyrics
[Intro]
Fatal attraction
Remember playing with her navel just to get some action
She was dyking so her neighbor started moving passive
No fye, this lil' ho was robbing, she was active
Sunflower but she smell like a real rose
Grew up 'round them coke heads, **** use their real nose
Going for the touchdown, I'on care about no field goals
**** know I don't fuck with him, I bet the **** still pose
[Verse 1]
Yeah, but I got my eyes on the prize
4 piece, dark, spicy, hand on her thighs
Tell yo' dog to catch up 'cause I'on need a ride
I like my chicken deep fried, and dipped to the side
Mccarthur for the red juice
Pickled egg got her head loose
Hot sausage got her legs loose
Tread softly when you tread through
Them **** dead, you'll be dead too
She say "wassaname" like my style and my vibe
Me and "wassaname" ain't seeing eye to eye
She know I been that guy
I got a grip 'round her neck with both 5s
Better check your index
Seeing through these hoes with no windex
My thoughts so transparent
Her mama got her booty done, but that she didn't inherit
You know she gotta buy it
And you gotta be that **** just to be the first to try it
[Chorus]
Fatal attraction
Remember playing with her navel just to get some action
She was dyking so her neighbor started moving passive
No fye, this lil' ho was robbing, she was active
Sunflower but she smell like a real rose
Grew up 'round them coke heads, **** use their real nose
Going for the touchdown, I'on care about no field goals
**** know I don't fuck with him, I bet the **** still pose
[Verse 2]
Baby low so she think I don't know
Do that in the Chevy, in the yard, let her go
But she gon' find another if you movin' slow
Better learn to let a ho be a ho
But she gon' fuck till you bust
Any time, any place, baby girl clutch
Homie better chill, ain't nothin' mighty 'bout a dove
Ain't nothin' mighty 'bout a dove
See, me, I'm in the gardens
I'm eatin' mangoes right now, you think I'm flodgin'
Long hair, don't care, and she from The Islands
I'm thinkin' 'bout callin' her now, I might be wilin'
Master mind with the plays, money pilin'
I was throwin' four, five, six when we were childish
I was doin' this way before it was cool
They love me for my soul, that's how I'm different from you
[Chorus]
Fatal attraction
Remember playing with her navel just to get some action
She was dyking so her neighbor started moving passive
No fye, this lil' ho was robbing, she was active
Sunflower but she smell like a real rose
Grew up 'round them coke heads, **** use their real nose
Going for the touchdown, I'on care about no field goals
**** know I don't fuck with him, I bet the **** still pose
Written by: Chad Thomas
