Tell Me Again

What's the dealio you know I'll fuck a fan,
You don't what tell that shit to another man,
I bring you to the penthouse and tie you to the bed,
I don't got hand cuffs I got rubberbands,

They know we fuckin', I'm like, damn, I can't love my friend
Her bitches mad, like, damn, put us up on him
What's the dealio baby, come up with a plan
I'm done, blowing dough, I ran through 200 bands

Bad bitch with me, I'm a jazzy motherfucker
I got all the money, but the strippers wanna fuck her,
Get to playin' crazy like I'll put her on my brother
But the pussy so good that I really wanna cuff her, like

You know we gotta do this shit again, right
You know we gotta do this shit again, right
But round two, you know you gotta bring your friend, right
I got a bitch at home, so don't call me after midnight

But I love you, though
Shit, you know how I'm comin'
You my palm angel, top down in the summer
I jump fly as hell in the Stone Island jumper

I love sack chasers, cause they make me do numbers
If it was a backseat, I'd fuck her in the backseat
Fuck her in the front seat, she runnin' like a track meet
She ain't even know what money was, till she asked me

She ain't know her pussy was for sale, till she taxed me
Droped her off, call up Lil Free, cause I gotta action
Leave the crap game and pick her up, cause I cracked it
Fucked her so good, we had crab legs for breakfast

Before she passed me the 4'5", baby, racked it
Gave old girl 1K, like she ratchet
I took the other 39 and stuffed it in her mattress
Ruth, Chris, with her friends, the table wanna eat me

I paid the whole tab, because everybody eats b
Yeah, that shit was like $1,400
No kizzy.

Shot after shot, shot after shot



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Writer(s): Chardon Scott
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