[Verse 1]
She say I think with my dick and she probably right
And it’s Friday night
And he gon’ do whatever when he feeling good
But girl I promise you that me and him are not alike
I swear he ’bout to be the d**h of me I can’t fight it
And he gon’ do whatever when he feel like it
I tried to teach him ’bout relationships and he don’t like it
And he gon’ go inside whoever when he feel invited
I had a conversation with him from the get go
He said]
(n***a calm down let me finish, yo
Don’t understand why you acting like a b**h, though
Ain’t nothing wrong with a little bit of s**, hoe
You ain’t gotta stress yo)
My n***a, listen, you a part of me
You get me in trouble then you fall asleep
And all it takes is some liquor and some R&B
But you gon’ f** around and turn me into Charlie Sheen
(Look n***a, I’ve been getting teased while the guys get played
Sweating in your jeans all goddamn day
Tryna feel a little breeze you can get a little wet
Go swimming till she screams, make her feel it in her chest
Love a b**h that’ll s** me and swallow your kids up
Kiss me on my eyes while she tying her hair up
Then give a ma**age as I lay it down
sh** I could do this all night, I don’t play around)
My n***a you don’t ever take your time so it never lasts
You sabotage every chick I ever had
When you see another chick you say goddamn
The blood rushing to your head and then you dive in
And you willing to say whatever just to get some
You better hope that I don’t ever f**ing catch none
Cause you a dirty motherf**er you should listen to me
Or I’mma have to cut you off
Literally
[Hook/Chorus]
I’ve been thinking with my dick, baby I ain’t got control
I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own
I’ve been thinkin with my dick, but I’m tired of these hoes
And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore
I’ve been thinking with my dick, baby I ain’t got control
I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own
I’ve been thinking with my dick, but I’m tired of these hoes
And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore
[Verse 2]
She say I think with my dick and she probably right
Yeah it’s Friday night
And he gon’ do whatever when he feeling good
But girl I promise you that me and him are not alike
He saying hi, hello and got a thing for Adele
He got a mind of his own, he really think for himself
It’s hard to keep him happy, he a heavy hitter
When b**hes call him daddy then his head get bigger
I had a conversation with him, had to set him straight
He said]
(n***a calm down, homie listen, Jay
Ain’t nothing wrong with some p**y and a little brains
Besides I don’t really know if this is just a phase
And I don’t mean to be rude or to hate though
But I get bored when I’m in and out the same ho
The same p**y every night I’mma lay low
And I could care less if she keep her f**in legs closed
I love a b**h that’ll s** me and swallow your kids up
Kiss me on my eyes while she tying her hair up
Then give a ma**age as I lay it down
And as soon as I’m done with her I’mma make my rounds)
You don’t ever take your time so it never lasts
Plus you sabotaged every b**h I ever had
And you don’t even fade, you f** it you lazy
And as soon as you f** up, then I’m stuck with a baby
And I hope that you know you giving me a bad reputation
All because you don’t know how to relax and be patient
Now these b**hes tripping they getting mad at me blatant
They call me a bunch of names, that’s some bad defamation
And today I’m getting checked at the f**ing clinic
And if I got something then I know who f**ing did it
Cause ever since the other day I kinda feel a little burn when I’m pissing
And if I got something I hope my girl don’t get it, hold up
Uh, yeah
(This message is for Mr. Lucas
Dr Kipling’s office calling, uh, your lab results came in today
And, uh, quite a few positives on there
So please give the office a call back as soon as you can
Thank you)
Oh my God, you gotta be f**ing kidding me
C’mere you dirty little motherf**er should of listened to me
(What’d I do?!)
Now I’mma cut your a** off (Wait what’d I do?!)
Literally
(Stop! Joyner stop it!!) The f** over here!
C’mere! (I’m sorry!! No noooo!)
[Hook/Chorus]
I’ve been thinking with my dick, baby I ain’t got control
I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own
I’ve been thinkin with my dick, but I’m tired of these hoes
And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore
I’ve been thinking with my dick, baby I ain’t got control
I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own
I’ve been thinking with my dick, but I’m tired of these hoes
And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore
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