She ain't playing, not a bit
She don't fuck around, she with the shit
She bounce that ass, till' a nigga get dizzy
My, my, my bitch get busy, busy, busy
My, my, my bitch get busy, busy, busy
(Look at her go)

All eyes on her in that? skirt
Matchin with the? purse gotta coordinate
Dropped a quarter on her hair
Drop it in my lap, let a nigga know it's real
See all stacked up, lil' momma know the deal
Baby beat it up, ivander holyfield
Get hoes in these churches just
For actin' like a ho
Only rap nigga out in traffic in
The fo' like it's 1994
When i parolled outta?
? young glasses don't? 'fuck you mean?
And ever since I got the gs
That bitch like fuck recess

Drop, drop it on the floo'
You know I'm high as fuck bitch
Keep it on the low she give me good head
Call that shit sloppy joe i'm the shit
Smell chanel cologne send it all to go
Westside, fat ass I get behind her
I'm in the pussy all night
Like a fucking dina
Nosey ass pinocchio, rappers be quiet
Say you getting more money than me
You a liar
Killing shit, gangster attire, bitches admire
You sweet as papaya, bandana and the ties
Life in the game don't jeopardize it
I'm the truth, put that on Zion t-Rah, shit!

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Writer(s): CHARLES PENNIMAN, MICHAEL STEVENSON