New Kings lyrics

[Verse: Freddie Gibbs]
Slammin', when I hit you up, I'm talkin 'bout bangin' something
Chill off in your crib and have a thing, probably make it stank or somethin'
Girl you like my bottom b*tch, post my bail, pay for my lawyer
Play your position when them other hoes get out of order
When you wanna give me that pus*y? You purchase a plane ticket
Run around town when I bust her down, they want sh*t like them lames did it
Got her di*k whipped, my di*k smeared with lipstick
Basically if this b*tch lay with me, she payin' me, I'm on some pimp sh*t
For real, it's 2 A.M., club was 'bout to close up
Thumbing through my contacts bout' to call one of my hoes up
Then I met you, kicked game and followed you to the breakfast spot
f*cked you like I married you that night up in the Marriot
Screaming like you got your cherry popped
f*cking, switching up positions
Thought this sh*t would never stop, motherf*ck an intermission
Damn! (Here we are again)
Here we go again, baby
Sleepin' with pistols under my pillow
We wake and bake, she up naked, twistin' up cigarillos
I beat that Thursday night and Friday morning, off to work she go
Time to take that walk, just take this di*k, don't take it personal
Your friends probably gonna call you a ho, what you trippin' on?
Them b*tches want a grip from the same di*k you be sitting on
And your girl Monique, she be hitting me when her n*gga gone
Trying to buy some weed, she proceed with nothing but Vicky's on
Nothing but ass and titties, but I let that ass convince me
Took it in that, hit that, wish I could say it was accidentally
Like I stepped on a banana peel and fell in that pus*y
Y'all n*ggas be spending all kind of scrill to get in that pus*y
And she cop a seven every Friday
Chuck the deuces at her baby daddy as I pulled up out the drive-way
For real (Here we are again)
Here we go again, back in yo' pus*y, n*gga, you know what I'm saying?