Is You f*ckin? lyrics

(Beware When Lil Mister Cookup!)

Share that paper with ‘em
That’s some big dog sh*t
All these hoes wanna suck a big dog di*k
You can’t touch her n*gga’
That’s a big dog b*tch
Ain’t no pressure on the money
Yeah, we ballin’ on a b*tch
(Ring)
You can’t save these n*gga phone
Like ‘em, I’ma press ‘em
My b*tch came and bought me a new choppa’ for a present
Before I send the address say, “Li’l b*tch, I got a question.”
“Is you f*ckin’?”
“Is you f*ckin’?”

Hey, pour it out the cruiser
Li’l b*tch, choose her
I’ma big dog
Hey, shoot at your medula
Drop your noodle
For they big dog
Hey, push up on a scooter
With a ruger, make ‘em get down
Gotta’ bad b*tch from Bermuda
With some coolers
She gon’ cool down
She ‘on’t wanna f*ck no broke boy
No, that b*tch there want a big dog
Hey, no sir I can’t front ya
I don’t know ya
No sir, sh*t naw
Doot, doot, doot, doot, doot
Hit up your sauna, he can’t sh*t now
Yeah, last week, shot the ass cheek
She still can’t sit down

If I come to drop a pack on ya
Say, “Tell me, is you ready?”
Hey, she won’t let you f*ck
‘Cause you can’t hang
That li’l b*tch petty
My li’l partner ballin’
He spent forty on Bugatti’s
That n*gga ain’t righteous
He gon’ starve you if you let him

Share that paper with ‘em
That’s some big dog sh*t
All these hoes wanna suck a big dog di*k
You can’t touch her n*gga’
That’s a big dog b*tch
Ain’t no pressure on the money
Yeah, we ballin’ on a b*tch
(Ring)
You can’t save these n*gga phone
Like ‘em, I’ma press ‘em
My b*tch came and bought me a new choppa’ for a present
Before I send the address say, “Li’l b*tch, I got a question