Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ebony Eyez
Ebony Eyez
Vocals
Floyd "Tag" Meriweather
Floyd "Tag" Meriweather
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ebony Williams
Ebony Williams
Composer
Mark Williams
Mark Williams
Composer
Joe Kent
Joe Kent
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
The Trackboyz
The Trackboyz
Producer
Leslie Brathwaite
Leslie Brathwaite
Mixing Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

Ladies follow me now
Damn, my-my battery's low?
Shit
See I don't fuss and fight, if he ain't actin' right
I just tell him to (Say hello to my little friend)
And I don't bust a sweat, if he ain't home yet
You better tell him to (Say hello to my little friend)
See I don't give a fuck, if he packin' stuff
Just let him go and say (Say hello to my little friend)
See I'ma be a'ight, on them lonely nights
You don't believe me say (Say hello to my little friend)
Now ladies, listen closely to the shit I'm 'bout to share with you
See I'ma show you what it take to get the perfect screw
Since ain't nobody speakin' on it, I'ma be the first to say it
And let these **** know, they sex is highly overrated
I ain't never been the type to sit and wait on some ****
Especially when I know I can make me cum quicker
Nah, I ain't really interested in how much you packin'
'Cause I got somethin' that can guarantee me satisfaction
And see my tactics safer than usin' some prophylactic
Safer than usin' any other code of action, really though
Don't get it twisted, tryna think I'm on some dyke shit
The right dick can turn me on faster than a light switch
Guess I got a fascination when it comes to masturbation
Nothin' like the sensation, penetratin', got me shakin'
Now I caught the Midas touch, give me the slightest rush
Somethin' about it makes me blush, the only one I trust
See I don't fuss and fight, if he ain't actin' right
I just tell him to (Say hello to my little friend)
And I don't bust a sweat, if he ain't home yet
You better tell him to (Say hello to my little friend)
See I don't give a fuck, if he packin' stuff
Just let him go and say (Say hello to my little friend)
See I'ma be a'ight, on them lonely nights
You don't believe me say (Say hello to my little friend)
Now here's somethin' women do that I just can't see to fathom
Now why the fuck we walkin' 'round fakin' orgasms?
Ain't nobody speakin' on it, I'ma be the first to say it
And let these **** know they sex is highly overrated
I ain't never been the type to waste my time with amateurs
Cause ain't nothin' worser than a **** with no stamina
And then got the nerve to go and run and tell your home boys
Well, did you tell them I had to cum off my own toys?
Know a lotta **** gon' get mad and say I'm male-bashin'
And yeah, I know, they probably hate this song with a passion
Instead of attitudes, she'll be showin' gratitude
Tryna show you little dudes a avenue you never knew
A lotta ladies walk around frustrated sexually
When it comes to fixin' they don't know how easy that could be
Follow my instructions carefully, I promise you for surely
Guarantee to make you come faster than a speedin' bullet now
See I don't fuss and fight, if he ain't actin' right
I just tell him to (Say hello to my little friend)
And I don't bust a sweat, if he ain't home yet
You better tell him to (Say hello to my little friend)
See I don't give a fuck, if he packin' stuff
Just let him go and say (Say hello to my little friend)
See I'ma be a'ight, on them lonely nights
You don't believe me say (Say hello to my little friend)
Say hello to my little friend
Say hello to my little friend
Say hello to my little friend
Say hello to my little friend
Written by: Ebony Williams, Joe Kent, Mark Williams
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