[Chorus]
You better slow down, that pus*y got miles
The engine blew out, yeah that b*tch get around
You better slow down, that pus*y got miles
The engine blew out, yeah that b*tch get around
Thank you Fizzle
[Verse 1]
You let her use the whip and she hit the homie house
He thinks he lost an ounce but she smoked a homie out
She said she went to sleep, yeah she sleep the homie house
She said she on her period, she f*ck with her mouth
You take her on trips and she sending him flicks
You take her to fair, she bring him souvenirs
You sayin' you miss her and she textin' di*k pictures
She buying merch, but I hide, why you shoppin' at fry's
Please don't go outside and cry
Please go outside with some f*ckin' pride
So the classiest b*tch, she suck di*k
And the ratchiest b*tch, pus*y stink like some fish
All a white b*tch need is a collar left
Protocol [?], sh*t be in the diff
That why I can't trust a b*tch
A hoe gone be a hoe and a crip gone be a crip
[Chorus]
You better slow down, that pus*y got miles
The engine blew out, yeah that b*tch get around
You better slow down, that pus*y got miles
The engine blew out, yeah that b*tch get around
[Verse 2]
And since one mans quality is another mans treasure
You get the bottom of my lean, you can have my b*tch leaner
She fine like a cheater, ugly hyenas, serving n*ggas like subpoenas
On there toes like ballerinas, my balls in Venus or Serina
Six for the apina, apartment in marinas
Living with Tina, head like Gina, brain like Lisa
[?] is a misdemeanor, [?] all sativa
Everybody get a piece like pizza, suckin' on my di*k like a deva
From LA to Pasadena, b*tch been taking a lot of p*nis
[Chorus]
You better slow down, that pus*y got miles
The engine blew out, yeah that b*tch get around
You better slow down, that pus*y got miles
The engine blew out, yeah that b*tch get around