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