2nd to None lyrics

First things first b*tch
I’m number one hoe
I got that n*gga straight walking out your front door
And when I call him
He be on go
He love it when i ride that di*k on my tippy toes
Ride that ride that
Ride that di*k on my tippy toes
Ride that ride that (ima ride)
Ride that di*k on my tippy toes
Ride that ride that (ima)
Ride that di*k on my tippy toes (ima ride)
Ride that ride that
Ride that di*k on my tippy toes
Your hoe be trippin
She be calling my phone asking questions like
“Is you and my n*gga getting it on?”
Don’t check me hoe
Check your n*gga
If you was f*cking him right maybe he a f*ck with ya
It’s my turn now hoe you ain’t get the picture?
I let him beat it up without running from that di*k
I let him eat it up i started c*mming for that di*k
I let him beat it up, beat it up, e-eat it up, beat it up
I started c*mming for that di*k
I let him beat it up, beat it up, e-eat it up, beat it up
Without running from that di*k
I let him beat it up, beat, beat beat it up eat it up eat eat it up
(Beat that pus*y up)
Beat it up beat beat beat it up eat it up eat eat eat it up
Your n*gga want this drip drip
Want this wet wet
Want this super soaker
This super soaker
This supah!
Your n*gga want this wet wet
Want this drip drip
Want this super soaker
This super soaker
This supah!
I’m gonna take that n*gga somewhere nobody knows
(What you gonna do?)
I’m gonna f*ck him til I can't no more