Y.O.U.

Traces of lipstick on my collar

Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar

Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow

Lady Madonna like to drink but she don't like to swallow

Rockin' that product, honey stay up in the beauty parlor

Girl, it would be my honour, make you my baby momma

Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin

Sucker for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin'

Suckin' then finger-fuckin', then let me show you somethin'

I'll knock that stuffin' off that English muffin

Can't tell me nothin', uh-uh

Pushin' yo' panic button in when I'm stuckin'

All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC!

Ooh, girl, you nasty

Yo' I get it on poppin'

Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers

Sockin' your mouth with a torn stockin'

Wrapped around ya noggin', I'm creepin' when you parkin'

Shoot out the lights, darken, the area, then hop in

Pick up my bigger nigga who helped me figure out the plottin'

Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough

Shoppin' in rotten, New York, first flockin'

Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat

Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', dearly departed niggas

Unforgetable can be forgotten

Doc and Meth album enterin' the top ten

Choppin' it raw, lockin' and blockin'

Only raw choppin', it's metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'

I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em

Renevate your appartment, when these two things barkin'

My Mackamichi knockin'

Bougie hoes be spottin' on they tampons

I get 'em drippin' like leaky faucets

Now who a bitch nigga?

(Now who a snitch nigga?)

Now who the shit nigga?

(Now who the sick nigga?)

Now who you with nigga?

(With who you with nigga?)

Who rock shit nigga?

(Who pop shit nigga?)

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I figured it out, ya'll niggas ain't as big as your mouth

My street value, well, it won't even fit in your couch

When I bust titties come out

No matter what city hardcore committee's dumb to fuck out

Son should duck out

Nothin' to lose, poppin' a two up in your goose

Buckle your shoes, scuff on my boots, fuckin' with you

Blow my Anaconda like Nirvana

Marijuana got bitches on they knees in they Gabbanas

Gettin' 'em dirty, dirty with the hersey and the bombin'

Holla the drama, fire two in your armor

Your pigeon better call ma, the ice is a honour

Twin help me lift an arm up, lebaba with ya momma

Even dirty her donna, my dick is heronomic

Pull out a young Geroni-mo, BBC

Ooh, girl you nasty

Itchin' to start the mission, flippin' so keep yo' distance

Ain't got no pot to piss in? Ain't got no competition

Listen, I slip the clippin', trippin' you get me lippin'

Come miss and catch a whippin', now kids is actin' different

Ditchin' them double-dippin', chickens that keep forgettin'

I ain't the one for trickin', or anybody-kickin'

Rippin' these compositions, scrippin' them paper-written

Hold 'em and hit 'n' stickin', ballin' like Scottie Pippen

It's hot in Hell's Kitchen, but still I'm frost bittin'

Shittin' like, no he didn't', wipin' my ass and splittin'

Chattin' like Joe gettin'

All in the zone settin' it off like Big Daddy

It ain't no half-steppin', I keep reppin'

Staten you keep sweatin', frontin' and ass-bettin'

Duckin' my Smith & Wesson, trashin' the Meth and catchin'

Hell, we leave you restin' in peace BBC

Ooh girl you nasty

Now who the bitch nigga?

(Now who the snitch nigga?)

Now who the shit nigga?

(Now who the sick nigga?)

Now who you with nigga?

(With who you with nigga?)

Who rock shit nigga?

(Who pop shit nigga?)

Come on! (Come on!)

Come on! (Come on!)

Come on! (Come on!)

Come on! (Come on!)

Come on! (Come on!)

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Come on! (Come on!)