Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terry Jamal Young
Songwriter
Trevell Deant’e Young
Songwriter
Lyrics
All right, all right, all right, yeah, all right, Benji, Look, bitch, all right, blow
Me like a whistle, Thought it was my dick, but She was grippin' on my pistol, Let me
Pet that kitty and my dog fresh out the kennel, Balls in between her legs like it's monkey
In the middle, She a tongue twister on the dick, She spit a riddle, Bitch, get on your
Knees, I love it when you use your mental, I'ma Fold her legs behind her head like she
A pretzel, Get her naked, now she slidin' on my Pole like she a stripper, Baby, let
Me beat her front or back and I'ma damage Her, She say she a freak, she wanna see if
I can handle her, Treat me like a pogo, she Bounce on it while she standin' up, Shorty
Just keep bouncin' on the dick, this bitch got Stamina, Yeah, if she ain't fuckin
Me, then she fuckin' bro, First I beat the pussy Up, then I fuck her slow, She gon
Shake that ass for free, ain't gotta up a roll, If I Catch a opp in a party, then I'm
Up's pole, Yeah, told her shake that ass while She ridin', Yeah, throw my gang up
When I'm behind it, I mean, I might throw my Gang up when I'm inside it, I can't fuck if
You a thot, thot, baby, cause you got mileage, Yeah, She gave me good brain, but she ain't
No to college, I don't even know the bitch Name, But I know we vibin', dressed in all
Black like Batman, cause we still be robbin', I Just smoked a 8th to fuck your bitch
Boy, I don't be tryin', baby, I ain't thinkin' bout No love, I'm tryna beat the coochie
You know I'm allergic to the Saints, I'm hopin' You a hoochie, Can I hit it with the
Flash on, I'm tryna make a movie, super thick, And she dark-skinned, I thought the
Bitch was Suki, Slow down, let me see you Twerk, this a ex-pill, we stand up, bitch
I don't do the percs, Bitch, I don't care what **** did, cause I'ma do you worse, She keep
Tellin' me she got a man, but so I liked you first, Yeah, you let him hit, but do he slut
It out and make you squirt? Do he make it Wetter than the ocean? Can that **** surf
I'm the type to fill you up with dick, but I can't Fill your purse, I'm the type just
Tryna make you rich, but you gon' have to Work
Written by: Terry Jamal Young, Trevell Deant’e Young