Mess It Up

[Chorus: Big Kuntry King] He can take you to the mall, and dress you up Get your hair done, do it all 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up Pull your hair and mess it up He can take you to the mall, and dress you up Get your hair done, do it all 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up Pull your hair and mess it up [Verse 1: Mac Boney] Ain't no special bitches, shit, we talk to you all the same way Same way, me and him fucked you on the same day Pass the purple, don't you like the way I press connect I let you drive In her thighs, soaking wet I'm mesmerized That little bitty skirt, them big o'l legs Shawty said "break some bread" I said "look you ain't got to beg" I ain't that type of player I get hoes, I ain't gotta pay them Gimme my shopping bag and take your ass to Pick-A-Player [Verse 2: Big Kuntry King] Baby, I heard you got a cake mixer, sugar daddy Spending up them Benjamins I heard he got you a lot of things, even a new Mercedes Benz Chanel, Gucci, Fendi, Prada, all the things you look good in Your own personal masseuse, now your muscles easy to bend Gone before the weekend, I'm here for the weekend Just you and I, Victoria, keep a secret I'm swearin' now to hell, I ain't done 'til I see the sun Crush that noise 'fore you wake the neighbors up [Chorus: Big Kuntry King] He can take you to the mall, and dress you up Get your hair done, do it all 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up Pull your hair and mess it up He can take you to the mall, and dress you up Get your hair done, do it all 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up Pull your hair and mess it up [Verse 3: T.I.] Louis, Gucci, Prada kicks, Fendi, and a lotta shit He bought it all to tell 'em how you suckin' nuts and swallowin' dick He think you just a college bitch, you ain't been to college, bitch You ain't even know these niggas you hollering at [?] I bet you suck a lotta dick, she said "that's right" with confidence I called the bitch a hoe, she took it as a compliment Gagging on the dick and drinking nut until she vomited Common sense would tell a nigga that he ain't supposed to sponsor this [Verse 4: C-Rod] Let me tell you one thing, I'm the man of this house Even if you got another man at the house What I look like givin' you some bread to go out You gon' hit a nigga up when the club break out I'ma play my song, you gon' show that thong Give me fine head while on my way home In my '91 Fleetwood, the grill and the chrome The seats rolled back and it's 6 in the morning And I feel like chopping, fuck iHop You must be crazy, I ain't making no stop The deal was to chill at the spot for an hour Beat the pussy up, now I'm back on the highway Talkin' bout some cash, you can kiss my ass Don't, keep it shut 'fore you make me mad I'm a cold-hearted mack, you can check my stacks Give a hoe nothing, that's a motherfuckin' fact [Chorus: Big Kuntry King] He can take you to the mall, and dress you up Get your hair done, do it all 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up Pull your hair and mess it up He can take you to the mall, and dress you up Get your hair done, do it all 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up Pull your hair and mess it up [Verse 5: AK] I got you fly in Chanel, that high off your smell Look at your eyes and tell you inspire by the pimp attire Lift them thighs in the air She ain't like the usual, something like a superwoman A lot of fools want her, but she diss illusions and keep they hundreds Breaking bread, mainly 'cause I seen that you gon' make the stacks Yeah I'm a player, that's why you ask "Wanna hit it from the back?" Fuckin up your new doo, lookin' like we came out the swimming pool Fast strokin' your poo-poo, my imagination like voodoo [Verse 6: Young Dro] All she get is dick from me, she said her name was Tifany No longer do I fuck with her, I had an epiphany I keep her 'round, then I be ripping that [?] white Zinfandee Ay, I'm squeezing 'em, I'm squeezing 'em I do it so terrifically Toya, Tasha, Cara, Isha, all wanna get with me They see me rocking Fendi, Gucci, Prada, ain't no pimp in me Buy you this, buy you that, why should I? I am fly The only thing you need to do is open your mouth, open your thighs [Chorus: Big Kuntry King] He can take you to the mall, and dress you up Get your hair done, do it all 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up Pull your hair and mess it up He can take you to the mall, and dress you up Get your hair done, do it all 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up Pull your hair and mess it up