Lyrics
Ay yo wat's ya name wats ya status / State of the haters who steady mad cuz they once had it
Lemme grab it, tag it, work magic cuz ya good girl frame is the baddest
I'm rappin', flowin' loose wit' pimp juice, from my finger-tips to the toes of my Timberland boots
I'm spittin' at chu, you caught my eye / I don't know why, but you look so fly
Unable to label, under the the table, God made you and he definitely must've took his time
From the looks in my eye, you should grasp the fact I'ma snatch you up so smooth it should be a crime
Everytime you move in a room I sigh, so baby girl why don't cha tell me why
I try & try to slip between the creases of ya jeans to get that pie
It's no lie, you got me twisted, goin' for the rebound like the pistons
Envision sippin' Ms. Sugar Honey Iced Tea, but her shit ain't Liptons
I'm sittin', tryna figure out just what is you do that got me illin'
& dealin' wit' concealin' this sex appeal that you got me feelin'
I know you smoke and drank, so kick it wit me and we can blow some dank
I know yo' rank, tippin' wit Hennesey, while capturin' memories a photo can't
Hold on wait, I'm ahead of myself, already thinkin how you could better myself
Come share my wealth, and whip my whips While I progress to caress and kiss those lips
Baby swish dem hips, work that body / Do ya damn thang but don't hurt nobody
Oh my god she, suckin on her finger / Scent of a woman, beautiful perfume linger
Swing my way why don't cha lady / The sight of ya g-string drive me oh so crazy
This fo the ladies, that make a head turn / Hit the spot, it so hot, it make the bed burn
I've yet to learn not to chase & pursue / It's hard when my favorite flavor is you
Aint that the truth, I'ma tell it like it is / See you wit a dude, and get jealous like a kid
I'm better than he is, in actuality / Maybe that's why all these niggas is mad at me
Ya thick anatomy, don't even matter see, cuz all I see is yo sexuality
Good Gracious, head over heels / That's how you leave me wen you dressed to kill
Ya sex appeal is so goddamn real, wen we finna spin off, let's go chill
You know the deal, don't even ask no questions / Thank the lord that you have half yo' blessins
Interested, you can let me know / The past is past, and yes I messed wit' ho's
But let's not go, down that road, believe I know how to keep em separate though
You can bet cha dough, I'll neva make you cry / I ain't speakin' for all men, cuz yes we lie
At the same try, to give it to you straight / Then watch ya' face start fillin' up wit hate
Tell me how I rate, amongst the others / Are we gettin' close to bein' friends & lovers
Slip under the covers, I'ma lead the way / If I can't convince you, then the Seagrams may
Slur up my speech, while we stir up the sheets / If ya' get chilly, I'm really gon' turn up the heat
Let's twerk to the beat, don't lose control / Dick diggin' so deep it might bruise ya soul
But you should know, the way you move & flow, maintain ya frame so you is WHOA
