Chocolate Shake

Keep the Bacardi pour some wine And drop some ice in my glass
Let's Get nasty spit it my mouth and put That thumb in my ass
Ima real bitch Type to have a nigga cry and come Quick freak bitch
Ima pick the dick Up wit a chop stick keep the brass Knuckles yea
I ride round with it Cause ion know when ima run into Some hatin ass bitches
Bitch chill I Ain't even know that that was ya Nigga but if you keep on talking
Crazy ima cuff him to get you
This how you kill him take your left Side and straddle his leg and have
Your right foot on the floor like by The edge of the bed
These hating bitches twist they lip Up like they smell some funky bitch You shaped like
A banna peep this big fat money
Give me a dry erase board cause I Ain't no rookie pour out some Liquor for ya girl
Cause he just kilt This pussy I'm not Ciara ion mind Giving some of my goodies
But that Nigga better treat me like a real Women should be

Get money that's what I say to all my Bitches
Fuck a nigga bad intentions

We only fucking with them lames Because they know how to treat they Women

Any who let me tell you bout this Nigga I was rocking man I thought
He was in love because my shit tight Like a stocking He was cracking Visa Cards
All I wanted was a profit But Before then he wanna see me pop Lock and drop it
I ain't never see That money now I'm lookin like a Dummy
Cause I made him wait a Year to fuck this soakin wet tsunami Started
Cashing out a bitch he met Her Thursday fucked her Friday Fuck the money
I just wanna a man That really really like me

Ima freak drop them draws I won't Forget about the balls fuck trump
Tear down my walls I got unlimited All it take is one call

I like em black with a beard I prefer That he be just a little bit of weird
If he get to actin up I ain't scared to get Them shears drown out his rebuttal
With the diamonds dancing in my ear

We gone finesse you if you Disrespectful treat me like a lady
And if you really down we can soak This biscuit with your gravy

When ride on him press his chest Like a compressor kinda knew I was A freak
Because I dry humped a Dresser 5th grade grade when I Found what a triangle was meant
Fa When we in the car positioned in a 90 d angle do you really love me Baby
Come on tell me the truth cause we can be like lil Kim and big and Fuck in the booth
And when I'm Underneath the belt trust you won't Feel a tooth I like my niggas black
Cause they say the sweeter the juice

We gone finesse you if you
Disrespectful treat me like a lady



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Writer(s): Camryn Burnett
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