[Intro: Yella Beezy]
Ooh, Lil Shun
Yeah
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Now baby, I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise I'm gon' make that up
You sick of dealing with your ni**a, so you hit up my line
'Cause you know that I'ma hit it, make you scream out, "Oh my" (Shun on Da Beat)
So let a ni**a fu*k one time, hey
Let me get su*ked one time, hey
Skeet it on your bu*t one time, hey
Make you feel it in your gut one time, hey
Give you that touch one time, hey
Beat it in lust one time, hey
You need that punch one time, hey
Baby, let me hunch one time
So let a ni**a fu*k one time, hey
Let me get su*ked one time, hey
Skeet it on your bu*t one time, hey
Make you feel it in your gut one time, hey
Give you that touch one time, hey
Beat it in lust one time, hey
You need that punch one time, hey
Baby, let me hunch one time
[Verse 1: Sir Rec]
Hundred strokes a minute, hittin', twistin', flippin', switchin', diggin'
Gripping on her ponytail, stop it with the phony tales
You ain't never did it, that's a lie, you need to quit it
Go'n admit it, how a ni**a had you bent up like a folding chair
Tiger paws slippin' down her titties if you ask me
I know that's your b*tch, she got that birthmark on her asscheeks
Nasty, she got no morals, throat hollow, no gagging
Curling up my toes, the ho swallow
No sorrow, no regret
No sweat, she go fed
Go ahead and get that bread
Pigeon-toed and bow-legged
Chocolate tone, Caramellos
Redbones and hot yellow
I don't sweat her, I let her
So she do what I tell her
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Now baby, I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise I'm gon' make that up
You sick of dealing with your ni**a, so you hit up my line
'Cause you know that I'ma hit it, make you scream out, "Oh my"
So let a ni**a fu*k one time, hey
Let me get su*ked one time, hey
Skeet it on your bu*t one time, hey
Make you feel it in your gut one time, hey
Give you that touch one time, hey
Beat it in lust one time, hey
You need that punch one time, hey
Baby, let me hunch one time
[Verse 2: Yella Beezy]
Quit playin', come and fu*k a ni**a
I ain't layin' pipe 'less you su*k a ni**a
And I ain't nan' one of these su*ker ni**as
b*tch, I'm bossed up and got a bunch of skrilla
Hell yeah, I'm a country ni**a
b*tch fell in love when I stuck it in her
Had to long dick her, and I touched her liver
When I eased it in, made her stutter a little
Pose for the cam, take a Polaroid
b*tch, I go hard and you know it's law
Trust my pimpin', I knocked the broad
Then I rub her down with this holy oil
She said, "Oh my God, I feel it in my heart"
b*tch give good brain, yeah, I know you smart
Say keep sh*t player, you gotta know your part
I'ma paint the picture, gotta know your art
And she so excellent, she so wet and sh*t
Hand over the bag soon as I met the b*tch
Now I don't sweat the b*tch, I just sex the b*tch
I don't call the ho, I just text the b*tch
But she a sexy b*tch and I got pressure, b*tch
Got a long dick, come and measure, b*tch
Call a ni**a up when you want pleasure, b*tch
Say your name Angel and yeah, you heavensent
[Chorus: Yella Beezy]
Now baby, I know lately that we ain't did much
But on my mama, girl, I promise I'm gon' make that up
You sick of dealing with your ni**a, so you hit up my line
'Cause you know that I'ma hit it, make you scream out, "Oh my"
So let a ni**a fu*k one time, hey
Let me get su*ked one time, hey
Skeet it on your bu*t one time, hey
Make you feel it in your gut one time, hey
Give you that touch one time, hey
Beat it in lust one time, hey
You need that punch one time, hey
Baby, let me hunch one time (Shun on Da Beat)