Give It To Me lyrics

[Intro]
Give it to me, give me that funk
That sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Come on, give me that funk
That sweet, that nasty, that gushy stuff
Come on
Alright
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Come on

[Chorus]
Make the b*tch give me everything, make her bring it here
Walk all on your dead ass brother, think it been a year
Early in the morning at the gate but ain't nobody here
Tryna pull the move, he finna die, I feel it in my spirit (I feel it in my stomach)
I'm in this b*tch punchin' in, I'm just freestylin'
I got a b*tch that swipe and steal clothes, I get free Nikes
I was sick off Perc for two weeks, I'm finna detox it (I was in a coma)
b*tch wanna argue all day but I am not toxic

[Verse 1]
Quick to cut it to the b*tch, I'm not your baby daddy
Build the b*tch from the ground up, I feel like Handy Manny
I just made twenty-two songs 'cause I just popped a Addy
I'm tryna bang it out for fun, I just dropped the addy
I just spent eight thousand dollars on a chocolate [?]
On the road for twenty-eight days with a chocolate girl
E-40, Earl Stevenson, I feel like Mr. Earl
I don't wanna know your name, I wanna touch your pearl
I don't wanna know your name I wanna touch your coochie
b*tch, my name Bckdoe, call me Mr. [?]
b*tch took her Yeezy slide off, feet smell like dookie
I'ma pull the move on any n*gga think they finna shoot me
I'ma pull the move on any n*gga think they finna pop me
Put them [?] in his head, look like Dennis Rodman
Tried to set me up the other day, you is not my partner
You are not an angry African, you are not no rasta
[Chrous]
Make the b*tch give me everything, make her bring it here
Walk all on your dead ass brother, think it been a year
Early in the morning at the gate but ain't nobody here
Tryna pull the move, he finna die, I feel it in my spirit (I feel it in my stomach)
I'm in this b*tch punchin' in, I'm just freestylin'
I got a b*tch that swipe and steal clothes, I get free Nikes
I was sick off Perc for two weeks, I'm finna detox it
b*tch wanna argue all day but I am not toxic

[Verse 2]
b*tch blowing up my iPhone, but she ain't got no chicken
n*ggas tried to slide but didn't score, that is not no mission
I was finna break this b*tch down, coot smell like chitterlings
b*tch, I feel like Lil [?], who don't got no b*tches?
I was finna rob my weed man but it was wrong of me
I don't wanna drive to Oklahoma, that sh*t long to me
I need about fifteen hun' want a song with me
You need about fifteen guns wanna funk with me
Whole bity mad I passed them n*ggas up in seven months
I was young bouncin' out with guns, they wouldn't sell me nothing
My n*gga told me stop popping them Percs, b*tch don't tell my nothing
I sold the b*tch the same exact dream, she can't sell me nuttin'

[Chorus]
Make the b*tch give me everything, make her bring it here
Walk all on your dead ass brother, think it been a year
Early in the morning at the gate but ain't nobody here
Tryna pull the move, he finna die, I feel it in my spirit
I'm in this b*tch punchin' in, I'm just freestylin'
I got a b*tch that swipe and steal clothes, I get free Nikes
I was sick off Perc for two weeks, I'm finna detox it
b*tch wanna argue all day but I am not toxic