(Duhart)
Whoa whoa whoa whoa now!
Think you need a time out
This time is mine now
Dig you a hole you can't climb out
Disfunctioned, mistructured mind when I'm sober
Fried like pies in oil of canola
She wanna have sex when the sex is over
I told her sit it on my face
Like I'm jealous of the sofa
Hot boy no Juvee
I came in this b*tch like a newbie
Same ol Du if you knew me
And if I ain't homeboy you can sue me
7 plays on my line
Figure 8's when I dip
Stacking not folding that paper
And never stress over a b*tch
9 on me that's sweet
Please don't step up to this function
Or get pinned like a tweet
Or acupuncture
Good kid mad country
Good actions with bad assumptions
Add em up no deductions
I be with my dawgs like bread and mustard
f*ck n*ggas wanna try me
Broke b*tches wanna buy me
But they can't afford the t shirt on my body
Tats all on my body
She like boy you been hiden
Boy you bin laden
b*tch
Please don't get me started
(Hook)
Please don't get me started
Please don't get me started
She wanna n*gga with flava
She wanna n*gga with sauce
She wanna n*gga with flava
She wanna n*gga sauce you
She wanna n*gga with flava
She wanna n*gga with sauce
She wanna n*gga with flava
She wanna n*gga wit n*gga with
(Dj slim speaks)
(Duhart)
She wanna n*gga with flava, paper, stable
Dripping that sauce on The table
Right by the bacon
I came for the haters, paper
And all of the women that's loving my latest
Dressed in the latest
From my n*gga that made it
You dressing out dated
Saying you hate the new waves that we making
Look at my nice piece
That sh*t look pricey
Look at my white tee
Look at these ice creams
Run a check up like its Nike
He got game like Spike Lee
Can't none of these motherf*ckers play me
All these moves are amazing
I wouldn't give it to them if them motherf*ckers paid me
(HOOK)