SweetSpace

[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