Lyricist : Ereunna Mccoy
Composer : Ereunna Mccoy
Yo YK
Yeah Bunna talk to these m********** people
' What the f*** goin' on
They been asking for this s**t we gotta give it to 'em
They been wantin' on this s***
Let's ride then Bunna
I'm talk 'bout innit (l'm talk'bout innit)
And if he want the cat, he got to spend it He got to spend it)
He claim he smack this s*** no he didn't (Know he lyin')
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the f***)
Droppin' salt, why you f***** up my image(Up my image)
Can't let him hit it cause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't f*** him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit itcause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't f*** him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (at all)
They know this p**** like a faucet (l'm talm 'bout faucet)
I throw this wham all on his body(Ooh)
He eat this s***, I'm talm 'bout sloppy (l'm talm 'bout sloppy)
This n**** beggin' me to stop it(Why he beg)
I like to ride it (Like to ride), I'm talm 'bout rodeo (l'm talm'bout rodeo)
That's my s*** (Huh), and I'm his ho
He mine, I'm his, he nutted, couldn't last in it
It's wet, got grip, feel good, come slide in it
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that wham
Shake it, shake it, shake it around
You better throw it in a circle(Throw it)
Nut in it, boy, you know this p**** fertile (This s**t so fertile)
And if he want the cat, he got to spend it He got to spend it)
He claim he smack this s**t no he didn't (Know he lyin')
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the f***）
Droppin' salt, why you f***** up my image(Up my image)
Can't let him hit it cause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't f*** him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit it cause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't f*** him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (at all)
He say I'm pretty
lf you love me better die for this kitty
ltty bitty titty committee
Ain't got chest but throwin' ass in the city
Big booty, peanut butter thicky
Chocolate like a candy bar and this s*** so sticky(l'm talm 'bout sticky)
He like it and he wanna wife it
How many times I gotta say its like a faucet (l'm talm 'bout water)
Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that wham
Shake it, shake it, shake it around
You better throw it in a circle(Throw it)
Nut in it, boy, you know this p**** fertile (This s**t so fertile)
And if he want the cat, he got to spend it He got to spend it)
He claim he smack this s**t no he didn't (Know he lyin')
Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the f***)
Droppin' salt, why you f***** up my image(Up my image)
Can't let him hit it cause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't f**** him, won't suck him, can't kiss him
Can-can-can't let him hit it cause he tryna tell the business
Hmmm, won't f*** him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (at all)
