Off It

(Woo!)
Thick little mommy
Pussy popping
Don't stop it aye
Let me up in it
Before the fucking night finish
Buy you a drank
Coming right up get it
I don't wanna talk
Unless you fine let's get it

Actin like a bitch, aye
Think I like it, aye
Bad little chick, aye
Yeah I like it, aye
Chilling with yo man, aye
We ain't friends, aye
Oh he got a problem, aye
I'ma end it, aye

Bad bitch, with the baggage
Give you bandage
Can this, fit in yo bitch
It's a damn fit
Planned it, while you working
Double cross it
Chicag', like I'm Mike Jack
Then I off it

Monica Lewinsky
Getting head in office
Bitches all up on me
Cause they know who run shit
Trust me, bump me
Then you'll know who done this
Cross me, rock me
Then you'll know who God is

You been on my dome
(My dome)
Let me take you home
(You home)
Take off all yo clothes
(Yo clothes)
Come give me a show
(Wait)

Hold up little whore
I got a thesis
That you rocking with me
Way more than Jesus
Got me feeling like Lennon
I gotta beat this
You could be my little Ono
My masterpiece yes

I could really phone a bitch
Then bone the bitch
Disown the bitch
In one ear
And out the other
Yes I am a narcissist
Do not wanna test me
Ain't yo bestie
You could find out quick
Getting hit with Polaroids
And cameras flashing lights and shit

Shawty wanna talk
But she Malcolm in the middle
Yeah her best friend's fine
I can make them laugh and giggle
And you know what that means
I can make them titties jiggle
Man they bouncing in the club
More confusing than a riddle

One more night
Is all i need alright
Fucking on yo bitch
I get it on sight
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
uh-uh-uh-uh)
(Uh-uh-uh-uh-uh
uh-uh-hah, yeah)



Credits
Writer(s): Sean Mcdonnell
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