Girl call Latisha, your beautician
'Cause your hair is goin' need fixin' yeahh
Call Latisha, your beautician yeah
Uh uh uh yeah

She got protection in her pocketbook
She playin' hard but I know I got her shook
Oh baby take it from me
Baby like a crook
I've been reading you
Like an open book

Sing it to me now
Purse, shirt, skirt, yeah shawty take it off
Necklace, my white tee, my Nike's
Shawty I'ma take it off
She just got her hair did
But you know I can't stop it
And right after we're finished I'm goin' get your shit fixed

Sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
Oh
Goin' sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
Oh
Girl let's sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
Oh
Let's sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
(Verse two!)

We're trading affection as I mess up her bang
Hair everywhere all in her face (all in her face)
Didn't mean to mess up a good thing
But I needed you babe
Don't be mad at me (uh)
You should've got braids

Sing it to me now
Purse, skirt, shirt, I'm glad that you took it off
Necklace, white tee, my nike's, I couldn't wait to take it off
I know you got your hair did
But you know I couldn't stop it
I told you once we finish
That I would get your shit fixed

Sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
Oh
Goin' sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
Oh
Girl let's sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
Oh
Let's sweat it out, sweat it out, sweat it out
Oh

The sweat is racin' down your spine
I promise its goin' be alright
Just call Latisha your beautician
I promise it will be just fine
In two or three or hours you'll be smilin'
She goin' get that hair bone straight
And even though I got it all tangled
I know you like the love we make

The love we make

I know you like the love we make
The love we make
I know you like the love we make
The love we make

Girl I can't wait
To be doctor on your body
That's what up and I know that it's intentional
She got it fixed just so I can fuck it up
(So put it on me right (yeah)
You know you ain't right (yeah)
Girl ill whip it whip it, flip it flip it (yeah)
Get it, get it, rock with it

Oh, oh get it, get it, rock with it

You know I'll make you ass (sweat it out)
Thank you for the birthday cake (sweat it out)
Look at you looking like a milkshake (sweat it out)
So go on about your day (sweat it out)
And hit me up when I could milk that thing
(Sweat it out)

Copyright: Peermusic Publishing, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): Christopher A. Stewart, Terius Youngdell Nash