Last Night (Skit) lyrics

by

RZA


[Intro: Ghostface Killah + samples]
*phone rings 6 times*
Yeah, I don't know, that b*tch bugged out and sh*t
She f*ckin' other n*ggas
("Hello?")
("Hey!")
Hey!
("Where was you at last night?")

[Verse: Ghostface Killah + samples]
Yo, she didn't pick up, guess she was gettin' her clit ate-up
I let it ring a whole bunch of times, before I hung up
Now mind you, I just got finished diggin' her out
With my boxers on, and I had my joint in her mouth
Gaggin' and sh*t, lookin' down at the b*tch, laughin'
I'm about to smash that pus*y like baby Aspirins
I'm f*ckin' her, like I had feelings for the b*tch
I caught feelings for the b*tch, f*ckin' Pretty Tone's whipped
If I wasn't whipped, why I keep givin' her my di*k
Like it's voodoo on the kid, I keep suckin' on her clit
From the bed to the bathroom, Toney di*kin' her down
Sweatin' bullets like we in the ring, goin' some rounds
Miss Lucy, eatin' sushi, playin' with her coochie
On some Lil' Kim sh*t, tattoo right up on her booty
That said "Bet you five beans, you can't even move me"
Know how to work the pus*y muscles when your di*k is in that cootie
That's right, yeah her nookie's the bomb
She had n*ggas wrapped around her middle finger, like the female Fonz
But anyway know what, I'mma call her again
Dododododododo, if she diss me, I'mma f*ck up her Benz
"Hello?"
"Hey woman, this is the second time I've called you!"
"So what?"
[Hook: samples]
I decided to update my crew..
Partyin' hard and stayin' on the move..
Playin' it cool, takin' it as they come..
Not rushin' into love with anyone
Last night changed it all.... I really had a ball
Last night changed it all.... I really had a ball

[Outro: girl (Ghostface Killah) and Theodore Unit]
Damn, n*gga, stop f*ckin' touchin' me
(Come on, ma, I thought you had an ant on your leg)
Man, you know I ain't have no f*ckin' ant on me
{This n*gga Starks got ants in his car!}
(Muthaf*cka! You got ants in your mouth, b*tch!)
*Aiyo, Tone, aiyo, Tone, watch the way you drivin', man
It's snowin' right now!* (Muthaf*cka, I got it, n*gga I got it!)
*Your drinkin' and drivin' and sh*t*
(Muthaf*cka.. give me another shot of that goose
I mean come on, give me some more Goose n*gga!)
*Aiyo son sweatin' bullets back here and sh*t, g*
Yo roll the window down, yo, he bowling ball head, he bowling ball head
(Yo, aiyo, I n*gga, thrown over my sh*t)
Man, f*ck that sh*t, Starks who the f*ck record over it
(Yo listen, baby, I camp real slow right now) Man f*ck this
Muthaf*cka we in the Bronx, man! Be quiet, yeah you right (hold on, hold on)
Oohh sh*t... that's that Theodore sh*t right here, g!
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