Toothache lyrics

[Intro: Aunt Lisa]
Hey, hey, hey-hey-hey
Get up off yo' ass, get up off yo' ass (Hey, hey)
Get down, get down (Oooh-oooh)
I'm just old school, y'all, I'm just old school
But what we got here, y'all know what this is (Oooh-oooh)
It's the groovy punch sippin', stereo whippin', loud sweat drippin'
Like collard greens and chitlins (Yeah, yeah, yeah, funky)
It's Topaz Jones! (Hey. hey)

[Verse 1]
Ooh, babe
I tried to keep composure but it's too late
I just want a taste, you sweet like Kool-Aid (Yeah, you know, the red flavor)
One look all it take to catch a tooth ache (God damn)
Uh, I don't know what you waiting for
In NYC, it's all about the weight you throw
It's all sex in the city like HBO
They won't let you in the club; it f*ck up the ratio
On the stage like James, no Maceo
Once you down already, ain't no place to go
Second down already, I got plays to go
Lost control of the cruise like Katie Holmes
Y'all should know not to play with Jones
Worldwide they appreciate the flow
Got a couple checks, I just save it though
I'm no accountant, I could count like Basie though
I'm lookin 'round like, "Where my 40 acres go?"
I bet I burned that about a 8th ago
She say you better stay away if your paper low
It's her birthday, she looking for the cake to blow
[Chorus]
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
I need your sugar rush
Promise, baby, I won't bite
I'm fiending for your love
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
I need your sugar rush (Need your sugar rush)
Promise, baby, I won't bite
I'm fiending for your love

[Verse 2]
Say cheese for the picture
Sweet like a swisher, you the sugar honey iced tea
They say you're way outta my league
I ain't gotta trick, it's my treat
Hands high, it's a stick-up
I ride with my n*ggas
Wouldn't mind you in the front seat
They act a fool, can't take 'em anywhere we go
Yeah, you cool, but get your hand off my stereo
Chillin' with them Kylie Jens, kiss made of collagen
I see you modelin', at least get some college in
Uh, I mean, at least get your GED
The flow sick, someone please call the CDC
TBT, they ain't see me as a threat, look
Now I'm hittin' triple-double like I'm Russell Westbrook
They get shook when they hear the way I'm coming now
I hold the summer down; what's with all the run around?
Wild goose chase, I'm done with it
I shoot fades, y'all duckin' it
Y'all shoot bricks, you bucketless
Every year I gotta write a new bucket list (Uh)
Don't make me call you by your government
Rappers ain't sh*t without they publicist
Something's up with these girls on the 'net
Man, the booty on Reebok what you pump it with
I'm getting right to the pumpernickel
Traveling like I just double-dribbled
Euro stepping, I studied the fundamentals
Oughta tell Flex drop a f*cking missile
A couple issues need addressing, right?
Academy we teaching lessons like
When you see me, better recognize
As bad as she is, I might let it slide
[Chorus]
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
I need your sugar rush
Promise, baby, I won't bite
I'm fiending for your love
Buzzin' for you, honey bee
I need your sugar rush
Promise, baby, I won't bite
I'm fiending for your love

[Outro: Aunt Lisa]
Know what, turn the music off