[Intro]
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Lettin’ you know that
Y’all gotta stop bringin’ them big-head ass girls to the party
[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks]
Now if I told you n*ggas once, then I told you n*ggas two times
You gotta act your age, not your motherf*ckin’ shoe size
We drinking vodka, lemonade, rollin’ sticky in a J
And them Cartiers got them gold (?) like (?)
You was in the mile-high club, I got love from this cougar
She say she wanna do stuff, (?) introduced us
She was bad, she was juiced up
And then she blew me on my tuba, got wetter than a beluga
Or a scuba, flexin’ like I’m Lex Luger
The brand new guy lookin’ at the b*tches that you got
Damn, this (?) is bleak like Memphis
Take that M6 on a date to the dentist
Bringin’ all them big head hoes to the party
Knowin’ damn well they heads ain’t gon’ fit through the entrance
We be low key, I’ll tell you how they told me
59Fifty on the jimmy when I go deep
[Hook: DJ Thunder]
You say you get, you never got it
Bringin’ all these big head girls to the party, oh no!
Then I can’t go!
You say you get, you never got it
Shame that the girl that you brought to the party’s a ho!
And I can’t go!
[Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks]
Aye girl, just let me see yo pretty flower
I touch your petals then you leak a shower
Freaky, freaky, we do anything, the city's our's
Costs a pretty penny, sippin’ Remy, hit the Henny
X-O so let’s go, nibble on the nipple just a little
Til you get the goosebumps on yo chests goin’
The dumb dumbin’, now you runnin’ like a fresh engine
Wit’ a new trans, tell by the way that you stand
You probably do yo Kegels, I spot it like a eagle
And I keep cake, she say the pus*y like a sweepstakes
Briefcase full of bands, wrapped up, act up
And I’ma have to discipline, hit her with the di*k again
I throw it back like Michelin
Next, fix yo lens knowin’ you can’t see a n*gga
Got them Pierre Cardin fits, you ain’t seen sh*t like this
You know I’m flyer than a flight deck
[Hook]