She keep switchin' that ass and she know she playin'
Lick her lips when she walk past, she know she playin'
Bad as hell, I know, she must have a man
I got to have you's what I'm sayin'

She gotta be the baddest, marital status don't matter
Hit it like a batter and dickin' up in her bladder
She diggin' the chadder, the way that I'm comin' at her
Too many get the number, get out of her little lighter and I

Up there like * * down and hope she stayin'
I got to have you's what I'm sayin'

[Chorus]
I kill for your lovin'
(Say it) I will for your lovin'
(Tell me) What to do with my lovin'
(Nothin') I won't do for your lovin'
Now give it up to me
I kill for your lovin'
(Say it) I will for your lovin'
(Tell me) What to do with my lovin'
(Nothin') I won't do for your lovin'
Give it up to me

He tryin' to holla-ho-holla, no, he trippin'
But he got them kinda lips that was made for kissin'
Maybe he packin' and he got somethin' with him
I think I'm goin' with him

He gotta be a winner and gotta take me to dinner
And then he goin' in * * gonna deliver
I never let him in her if baby is a beginner
'Cause this'll be the * to put you off in a blender

He's like a player and got a lot of women
I don't care, I'm goin' with him

[Chorus]

Your man ain't no problem, off him, it's automatic
His hands up to you up off him, it's automatic
I'll come, call me, it's automatic
You know I gots to have it

And I'll be
Focused on pokin' you on a regular-regular
Ready to take at any competitor (I'll stalk you)
And ain't nobody better that can piddly-diddly you
Man, I'll make you bite the piddle a little (I got you)

She can make me do the fool and I ain't playin'
I gots to have you's what I'm sayin'

[Chorus]

Copyright: REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
Writer(s): SAMUEL WILLIAM CHRISTOPHER WATSON, TRAMAINE MICHEAL WINFREY