(She could have been told me good morning and good night)
(But you never answer the phone)
(Mister Third-fucking-shift)
(Answer the phone, third-shift!)
She like a wounded calf, uh
Yeah, I like the way your booty clap, uh
Yeah, you got me in a boobie trap, uh
She a ten, you gotta do the math, uh
Yeah, and it's just something 'bout how you smell
And you feel when I hug you
Bae, you top-shelf, none of these hoes don't come above you
Want you to speak into my mic, just like, "one, two"
I'm putting this bitch all in your back, where you gon' run to?
I sent you money for your hair, I sent you lunch too
She be like, "Skeety, you full of games", I should punch you
I know sometime I don't be picking up my phone bae
Want you to eat me off the bone when I come home bae
Long way, yeah
Girl, I fuck with you the long way
Long face bae
Why you giving me the long face?
Wrong place, yeah
You be cutting up at the wrong place
You so fine girl, you badder than Beyoncé
Lay on your back and let me eat you like a entrée
Legs shaking, she going crazy just like Kanye
That's my lil' shit, so I'ma fuck her with no rubber
And I ain't pulling out, I'm tryna shoot the club up
She like a wounded calf, uh
Yeah, I like the way your booty clap, uh
Yeah, you got me in a boobie trap, uh
She a ten, you gotta do the math, uh
Yeah, and it's just something 'bout how you smell
And you feel when I hug you
Bae, you top-shelf, none of these hoes don't come above you
Want you to speak into my mic, just like, "one, two"
I'm putting this bitch all in your back, where you gon' run to?