[Intro: Isaiah Rashad]
Free, free, free, free (Hey), free yo mind
Free, free, free (Hey)
Free, free, free, free (Hey, hey)
[Verse 1: Isaiah Rashad]
My shit go good with your mouth, don't it feel good?
It's a number 3, buckle up
Got to the scene it was bonafide pocket book
And 'cause you hide all my secrets from that bitch
They keep callin' yo' phone, I know he hate it
But the comet go
Keep us in tune, and my hooker got another show
I'm on the road just to see if I can make it back
With just a scar and a carcass and a flaw
Like God and his kids, I know you hate us but it's nothin' else
They told me that I had to see it for my fuckin' self
And if I make to the gates and he don't recognize
That I had all them traits of greatness and the starlight at my feet
So don't you take me to the preacher
[Bridge: Lance Skiiiwalker & Isaiah Rashad]
'Cause I might testify, ayy
Baby (Hey), today
(I guess I got it) I might testify someday (God, uh)
Get it on my way (Uh)
And I'm just a boy (Yeah)
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, ho's, haha, yeah
[Verse 2: Isaiah Rashad]
And I ain't done with your mouth
Say that it's good as a number 3
Want some more? you got away with the tongue-in-cheek
Never seen, I know the code to your body
And the road to division is all communication
And we bust a nut
I left a stain in your innard, don't you let it grow
I know the words to your favorite (Hey) and your everything
But I don't tithe for you baby
I am all for the profit, I'm past my self-destruction
But you bring it back
I got a line for you waitin' in my Cadillac
'Cause you describe all the symptoms of a common fiend
You said you read to the fire
It was good with the preacher and all the congregation
Would you testify?
[Bridge: Isaiah Rashad, Isaiah Rashad & Lance Skiiwalker]
I guess he at it again like, haha
I guess he at it again like (Oh, Zay)
I guess he at it again like
So let me put your knees to your chest and get ready
Let me put your knees to your chest and get ready
[Chorus: Isaiah Rashad]
Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, ho's, fingertips, masturbate
Alright pimps, ho's, pimps, pimps, pimps, huh
[Outro: Isaiah Rashad]
Huh, huh, huh
Huh, huh, huh
Everybody's invited
Everybody
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