My hair nappy the fit hard my chick cute that boy said he dog in em it’s shitzu She look way better with no clothes on Where ya friends at? Gone head and put my bros on Put on Rodeo by Juvenile and I hold on Hold on got me moving slow like it's codone (That lame shit) I could never condone (This shit on the floor) Something that I put my soul on You know Dilla, Young Silver Surfer been wavy since birth (Uh huh) Fresh to death delivered the fit in a hearse Ego so big could barely fit in the verse Slicker than silk it ain’t shocking I got words to get her from the car to out her skirt And I'm like OK Uh-huh (um-hmm) Uh-huh (um-hmm) Uh-huh (um-hmm) Uh-huh (um-hmm) Second number grabbed a trap phone Shorty asked for my number I gave her that phone Conversations 'bout getting her getting her back blown Could be a set up and you know I can’t let that go Can’t fold Family need me I’m the backbone You know dot gotta P hat on Riding through the North Pole with a pole in the front seat He don’t want smoke if I’m speaking bluntly It’s fem, Mr. hella verses but ain’t none weak Got hoes fighting for me in the street for me like Chun li. Take them outback, Crocodile Dundee Countdown to three I'm like OK Uh-huh (um-hmm) Uh-huh (um-hmm) Uh-huh (um-hmm) Uh-huh (um-hmm) Uh-huh (um-hmm) Uh-huh (um-hmm) Uh-huh (um-hmm) Uh-huh (um-hmm) And I'm like OK