Chops - Smelly Cat Song lyrics

[Verse 1] I had me a shorty that I liked, face real cute, body real tight Fat, fat a**, breasts so nice, waistline small, just my type We hung out like maybe once or twice My man hooked me up and he said she was right "she don't really get down on the 1st night But she loves how you rap so homie anything can happen" Tucked my chain in quick, so she don't think I'm a trick We was Facebook friends, everyday she talkin' slick So when she was in my ear, I'm feeling on her hips Said she wanna take me home just to chill a little bit So I went there, bout 10 minutes later, shorty went there She said "Sha make me famous" I was in the chair, she knelt down like a proposal Next thing I know, she had me exposed Taking off her clothes, damn near naked She went down hard, said she liked how I tasted Soon as she was finished, she tried to jump in my face But she tried to sit on it, I said shorty just wait [Hook] How do you tell, a pretty young lady that her coochie smells? Haaaay Maybe you play this joint, and maybe she'll get the point [Verse 2] I said I gotta pee, I really had to flee I caught a big whif and I almost couldn't see It smelled like something from the bottom of the sea With perfume sprayed on it and sprinkled with cheddar cheese If she took a shower, how could she miss that? And if she did wash it, well the smell came back I touched it with my hand to make sure it was the cat I smelled my finger and I fell on my back This don't match, she's so fine Maybe she just finished her cycle and that's why Maybe it's yeast, maybe it's me Maybe it's not that bad, let me see I sniffed one more time and just put my clothes on I said I'm really sorry, I feel so wrong but My girl keeps calling, I mean, I got studio I mean I got a meeting, I mean, I can't do it yo She smelled putrid, sorta like the juice From the trucks with the garbage I was feeling so stupid Cause I couldn't say it, damn I couldn't tell her And sometimes in the back of my mind I still smell her damn! [Hook] [Verse 3] I don't know if it's your panties, you need to wear cottons But something's goin' on got your box smelling rotten Maybe you ain't wiping too good, you gotta watch it Smells like you hiding a rodent inside your crotch It could be your jeans, maybe they too tight Might be something you eating that ain't right Fast food, hormones, enzymes, something You gotta be careful with what you put in your stomach Might be the rubbers or the dudes that you touching But when I inhale it, my man can't function sh** kinda sour, it's like you got the power To smell up a whole room it's beyond baby powder Febreze won't help, for me to continue I'd have to throw a f**in Glade plug-in in you And then you want somebody eat your sht too I'd rather eat cow a**, babygirl I'll pa**!