Music Video
Music Video
Credits
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
William Sean Dotson
Songwriter
Nicholas Xavier Kennedy
Songwriter
Lyrics
I need a bitch who pussy gon' grip Just like a rottweiler bite
You lookin' for real
On God, I'm your type I ain't with the games hoe not in the slightest
Bitch, I'm a myth The type you gon' miss
If you ever slip Then let me walk out of your life
Slow stroke king I can turn your box to the ring
Like Leon Spinks And beat your shit up and choose violence
tonight Till you think I'm tryna be Ike
I eat that cake for you Anna Mae Give you back shots that you can't escape
Hand wrap it around your neck, beat it up Then take it easy like Dani Leigh
And switch it up I'm young, wild, and I don't give a fuck
It ain't no secret how I give it up Eat your pussy disrespectfully
Get your titties sucked Put it in your stomach till your kitty bust
Can you feel the rush
Shit, I thought so Take it anywhere your thoughts go
Cause I slang dick just like raw dope Before I even get my hands on a bitch
My baritone get her draws soaked I'm a vibe hoe, get your spine broke
Time is money, usually I ain't got time But today I got time though, so I grind slow
My divine stroke, make her eyes roll Till her mind blow
Make her black out just like blind folks Everybody got somethin' they'll Never let happen, these mine, hoe
I won't ever leave a bitch nutless
Or stop hustlin', or die broke
Or ever tell, keep it silent, as a mime hoe
That's why all these hoes dig me
I'm a big stepper, I'm a real G I'm a big mood and the real see
Fake do too, but they still sleep As if they even got a reason
I done fucked a lot of ****' hoes Not because they chose off the flavor
If you done never fucked one of mine While I'm with them, you did me a favor
Cause I don't trust one to start with So I ain't surprised when they start shit
All I got is game and a hard dick For a flawed bitch and her lost friends
Tryna get saved, nah, nah, I ain't Clark Kent
I want you, I need you Wanna hold you tight and squeeze you
Your body, it's callin' We can make love till the mornin
Remove your clothes You're an angel and girl, it shows
Baby, we can do the unusual Cause tonight, anything goes
I'ma treat your body like a canvas Paint a masterpiece with my tongue
Let's go half on me a lil' son Break your back and beat like a drum
You been askin' me for a while Know you think you got what it takes
I'm gon' eat you up like a plate You wanna link, just tell me the place
Fell for the bait and I hooked her She had a man and I took her
He was a fan, but damn, it's sad Ain't know I had her so shook up
Baby girl, I want your head shoved down
Ass in the air, slide in deep while I pull your hair
Baby, let me turn you out
Baby girl, just let your fingertips crawl
Take everything off Backseat beat, cause the leather's so soft
Baby, let me turn you out
Now you keep sayin' you a bad bitch
Well Baby, grab this I'll put this in your life and be your favorite habit
Lenny Kravitz bumpin' in the background Black rock star and that pussy right now
Written by: Nicholas Xavier Kennedy, William Sean Dotson