THE FUNCTION

[Intro: Skip Waiters] Ay, My nigga What's good, bro? Flip the burgers out back for me[?] Yeah, I got you, right here? Yeah, yeah, yeah, right over there, right over there 'Ight bet, I got you Yeah [Chorus: Skip Waiters] Need a freak bitch for the cookout (I do) Manicure nails with her toes out (I do) Got a ass thicker than this makeup (I do) Hope she got friends for my niggas (I do) Just wanna talk for a minute (I do) A couple words, more than a sentence (I do) I can take you out when we finished (I do) She said she got friends for my niggas (I do) [Verse 1: Skip Waiters] Do say for my bae if she 'ain't thе poo Got grits on the plate, that's her typе of mood Better get out my way when I'm coming through I don't play with my plate, my type of fool[?] Remember summer 08' When the ass used to match the ratio for the waist Can't knock the BBL, but that shit is not the same It don't got the same feel, it don't got the same grace Huh, but I'll still hit it twice Smile for the ring cam when I'm leaving in the night Can't discriminate, girl, you still got it And no need to think twice, 'cause you just my type [Chorus: Skip Waiters & Westside Boogie] Need a freak bitch for the cookout (I do) Manicure nails with her toes out (I do) Got a ass thicker than this makeup (I do) Hope she got friends for my niggas (I do) Just wanna talk for a minute (I do) A couple words, more than a sentence (I do) I can take you out when we finished (I do) She said she got friends for my niggas (I do) (Yeah, uh) [Verse 2: Westside Boogie] Bring it in tune Watch me get the snapping like the rent due Come and see my views, I'm a big mood Gotta love a shorty that's a bit rude, bit rude Gotta be selective who I'm stepping with Dating in LA can be repetitive Slid up on her friend, I told her "Where your sense of humor?" Shouldn't have listened to the rumors Could've had the boy sooner There my karma go coming after me Feel like having hoes seem to balance me Probably left a road full of casualties Ain't no catching me, ain't no Hard to judge it by the "You never know until you see it" Think we on the same page Say we better off as secret Internet still undefeated Ain't no point in tryna beat it Ain't no need in popping out We let them see it when we see it [Chorus: Skip Waiters] Need a freak bitch for the cookout (I do) (I do) Got a ass thicker than this makeup (I do) (I do) Just wanna talk for a minute (I do) (I do) I can take you out when we finished (I do) (I do)