[Verse 1]
I'll be knockin' up at yo door
(Whose there?)
How to get in them drawers, girl, you should let me know
'Cause your body so exotic you think it's a kind of dope
You be sort of like a bottle, be callin' that girl a coke
But ever since I've met you I've been intensin' my dough
I didn't wanna say this but damn it's murder she wrote
And everything was lies except for the thighs and throat
So she took a nigga's money and soul and left a note (Fuck is up?)
Damn, feelin' like I'm a victim
But that's just how it be my nigga fuckin' with bitches
And is it really me and do she really want riches?
I gave her all my time and she didn't pay for the minutes
Baby, I don't know what you want from me, I just want you to make this love with me
Fuck all that future talk and all the marriages
It's my swag ho and that's just how I carry it
So bury all those thought about the Marriott
'Cause you far from that chick whose about to get the rock
You ain't foolin' nobody wearin' KiSS no more
You ain't gettin' no money from this nigga, girl
I say good bye everything thing pimpin', boy
Now when I fuck women I don't get annoyed
Girl say she need some money but she's not employed
I'm the pimping source, preHISTORIC boy
[Chorus]
Hot sex, you'll find it on the street, right under someone's skirt
Out front a bar; that's free
He wears a purple suit, his seatless full of stag
His hair is permed out, his hands are full of franks
[Verse 2]
Pshh, 'cause he got plenty of bitches
But sometimes I wish I could convert them all to wishes
I already know how to cook and do all my dishes
So (So-so-so) what is I'm getting?
What pussy? Well, niggas been hittin'
You just got your girl, so shut up, nigga, and listen
Since Jordan had his tongue out, these bitches been hoes and tricks
Just a few good ones but I can't find them
I got a baby who I don't even fuckin' want
I'm watchin' everything fall in December like it's autumn
And the sad part about is that you treat it likes it's modern
And MTV need to change its fuckin' accomplishments
But anyways I was posted on the downer with a badass bitch handlin' a bonus
She makes a lot of money til the feds run up on us
At least I'm real, you should call me Toto
You're crazy for the ring, you should call him Frodo
You ass must be high like the women in a go-go
Small-minded women end up like Juno
Not ready for the world? Nigga, what do you know!
[Bridge]
I swear I'm tryin' to love you, and I really need you
But it didn't matter and I'ma ask a pimp
I miss that life, but fuck that shit
FlyLo, PH in this bitch, bitch!
[Chorus]
Hot sex, you'll find it on the street, right under someone's skirt
Out front a bar; that's free
He wears a purple suit, his seatless full of stag
His hair is permed out, his hands are full of franks
Hot sex, you'll find it on the street, right under someone's skirt
Out front a bar; that's free
He wears a purple suit, his seatless full of stag
His hair is permed out, his hands are full of franks
