[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)
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