I know you know how All this time I spent slowing it down Now you wanna go fast, now I go fast Girl you best know how to fuck baby And to make love, the way you look Girl you best know how to fuck And to make love, girl, the way that you look The way

Toot it and boot it I met her in the club Then I said wassup I took her to the crib And you know I fucked Yeah I toot it and boot it That's why I toot and boot it She think I'm cute, she wanna have sex Girl knock it off you know you cant have this

La da da da da Fuck these niggas Know and know What's your name? How far is a light year? If I was being honest I'd say long as I could fuck three times a day and not skip a meal I'm good I used to work on my feet for 7 dollars a hour Call my momma like

I wanna get them drugs from ya Tonight I'm goin' hard for ya Speedin' from the law for ya We fuck like friends with benefits Put your hands high, hands high Screamin' fuck them girls, fuck them girls On the other side, other side Tonight she takin' all

There's not a thing you can do You're fucked and I am too I can't remember the last time I smiled Behind these eyes there's a devil inside Oh God I know I'm fucked Something is just not right I need to leave this place Out of mind, out of sight My evil

I wanna do right and it doesn't matter We got all the shine we need to find I said, "Baby, I'm okay," she said, "Why you gotta act so strange?" What the fuck do y'all niggas really want? I went with realness instead But all the real niggas I know either

I can't believe all those things that you said You broke my heart and you fucked with my head again So I run (so long ago and so far away) You are the poison, I'll drink the poison Give me the poison I love the poison Hooked on the poison Get out my

Can you please bring my bottles to my booth? (Where my bottles?) Me, I know just what to do to get 'em loose I pull up and my car ain't got no roof (Fuck with me) All these bitches say that I'm the truth (Fuck with me) I know just what to do to get 'em

Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye Tell these fuck niggas, how you been? You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then On the style, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko Jodye Who the jiggy

I'm sorry that your dad's dead I hope you amend it I think I've lost a lot of my friends Through belief that I'm an instrument And fuck me if you must then Treat me like an old friend I can't exist within my own head So I insist on haunting your bed If