LQ - Split

Split

Split
Just like these booty cheeks
Bring the boys to the yard yes bring the milk to me
Okay (Okay) we got their minds all split like we're making a disease
Got the hoes in the back make them wishing they were me
Split
Just like these booty cheeks
Bring the boys to the yard yes bring the milk to me
Okay we got their minds all split like we're making a disease
Got the hoes in the back make them wishin' they were me

Yes I know it's small but bitch it ain't flat
Just because your big don't mean it's all that
Little booty gang is where it's all at cause when these tight ends get to sliding that's When He knew it was the bat

Booty booty cat
Yes I know it got my back
Making clapping sounds when he need it bet he won't do that

When I needed it the most it can pay for all my bills then I take a quick snap!

Now reply to that!

Got your heels clicking together, now what you hear (That's Todo clapping)
Now!
Boom the gang is here!

No you can't touch cause we are not for sale!
Oh wait you're single?
TAGH OH WELL

Split
Just like these booty cheeks
Bring the boys to the yard yes bring the milk to me
Okay (Okay) we got their minds all split like we're making a disease
Got the hoes in the back make them wishing they were me
Split
Just like these booty cheeks
Bring the boys to the yard yes bring the milk to me
Okay we got their minds all split like we're making a disease
Got the hoes in the back make them wishing they were me

Call me Rick James cause bitch I'm solid gold
Yes I'm riding on that train in till it ruptures up my soul

What you mean you're solid gold I know you were just saying
Yes the dick is not platted but the bussy can really state it

Yes it is that
Yeah no it ain't fat
Don't grab on the shaft
It claps with it breathes

(Going to be honest I have no idea what the hell I am saying here)

Oh my God I can't fucking breath bitch



Credits
Writer(s): Timothy Davis Jr
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