[Intro: Tech N9ne] Areola, that shirt came off, that bra came off and so crazy What a day, what a motherfuckin' day, I tell you Baby, I'm home! Hey, baby! What's that smell? Smell like, like my baby's pussy What the fuck?! (Oh, shit! Sorry! Shit!)
[Hook: Krizz Kaliko] (2X) What do you do when you're workin' Come home, and I'm creepin' out the back door Pants on the floor and you're lookin' At her sayin' "What you doin' that for?"
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne] This is how it goes when you're hard at work (Hard at work) I'm with your lady and I'm all up in her skirt (All up in her skirt) She chose a rapper, cause this rapper know how to tap her Strap her down and attack her while you sneak in Watch pornos and jerk (Watch pornos and jerk) And you can't be mad at me, cause your thick bitch wanna ravage me Got my big dick in her cavities then it's spit, spit I'm in anatomy And you can't come badgin' me, cause she sick wanna insert half of me Straight addicted to the master, he whips the sticks up without batteries Poetry in motion, I make her water, cause I'm a scholar I father her twat and bother her I got her She'll eat anything I want her to eat She'll swallow anything I want her to swallow She'll go down and chew on my dog Doin' anything that'll make me holler And you the victim don't even know, what's you comin' home to I'm bangin' it out and she's screamin' like we doin' kung fu I'm feelin' right, cause you the one she do the wrong to Now that you know your lady is creepin' - what you gon' do?
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[Verse 2: BG Bullet Wound] But it ain't no need though, cause I'm a G though I find 'em, then fuck 'em, feed 'em and I let him repo I understand you're punchin' that clock But while you're punchin' man, I'm punchin' that twat Gonna get that overtime, BG Bullet does step over the line Gotta key to the crib, this pussy's suppose to be the line This bitch too old to be lying, she done Told her husband things suppose to be fine You the bigger man, and I'm her clover leaf now What about the clothes that he found Did you tell him you love him, did you tell him you with it Did you tell him you this love his dick Everytime that you get it - I don't think so So I'mma keep things low, keep pullin' These strings close that pop that El Nino (Yes!) Cause I'm the best at it, your lady's sex addict All in the spot when you're not, getting my head patted But I'mma keep this thing respectable, homie I'm using condoms in your festival, homie, no need to kill her nigga!
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[Verse 3: Paul Mussan] What would you do if your boo crept on you With me, new tattoo with the letter "P" All over her humps like the letter "B" Trip if you want to, scared nigger Never me: your girl has been land-marked That means that I marked her - that means That I skeeted sperm all over her twat fur That means that I got her, where you never had her Sex game critical, now she is a master You never got your dick licked, mine is getting tongue-kissed She could suck a orange through a straw - call her Sunkist Man, she a cold chick, yeah I know you miss that Bank account access, yeah, you know I did that Put it where her ribs at, then I let her slip on it If ya like it then ya should-a put a ring on it Cause Paul Mussan had that pussy with a sling on it And I ain't even poppin' E homie, but the question is
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