DJ Mustard - Face Down lyrics

[Intro: DJ Mustard] Now you know who I am right? Mustard on the beat ho [Hook: Lil Boosie] I got a fire red bone who go all night long, Boosie She like her a** tooted up and her face down She like her a** tooted up and her face down She like her a** tooted up and her face down Face down, face down She like her a** tooted up and her face down Face down, face down She like her a** tooted up and her face down [Verse 1: Lil Wayne] She got a diamond in her pearl tongue It shine everytime she cums Bling, bling, up in this motherf**er Make up on my sheets and on my shirt And on my briefs, she get on my nerves But I don't say sh** cause she too sweet She ride this dick up and down the street She like when it hurt, I like when it's free It must be the bird, it must be the bees I think I said I love her, I was half asleep I was caught in the moment Yea, then I was gone in the mornin' She called my phone in the mornin' and started moanin' and groanin' While I be home in a moment She say she work tonight, you better work tonight And leave out that motherf**er with some merchandise I ain't playin' with ya, you got some sh** with ya I'm a lil n***a, but I'm a big tipper Cause it ain't nothin' to me, but you gotta work for it Grind, grindin' on that wood, you got a surfboard [Hook: Lil Boosie] [Verse 2: Big Sean] Now I'm the boy she wanna ride with She gone lie for me, k** for me, even shoplift First cla** ticket, seat 1A If I put her any closer she'll be riding in the co*kpit Took her to Benihanas, she can't even hold the chopsticks She put her face down and hold her a** up like a hostage Oh my God, I'm in love with a p**n star I'm in love with a foreign car, they both topless I done tricked off a gold Rollie wrist watch Man, I'm tired of dealing with these hoes but my dick not So, I'mma make me that 7-11 pitstop She leaned over like I love you, I'm just like b**h stop You done f**ed about half of hip hop If I wife you they gone talk about me like I'm Chris Bosh Now I done got the honey moon suite for common courtesy The honey moon suite? Hell yeah it's our one night anniversary b**h [Hook: Lil Boosie] [Verse 3: YG] Uh, I'mma start off in LA I got a b**h named Shantae I let her ride my dick and ever since then She been worshipin' Christmas break She like f**in' in the back seat I knew your ho like f**in' in a taxi Always hanging with them athletes I ain't trippin', she like tricks So I leave that to them athletes Might fly to Atlanta and take a trip It's ho Heaven, all the bad b**hes strip Hold up, I got a b**h that work at Onyx I got her hooked on a dick like it's phonics I got a Philly b**h always playing Meek sh** My ex says I'm a dog, well, put me on a leash then I'm finna fly to Japan in a couple weeks That means I'm finna have some foreign linen in my sheets [Hook: Lil Boosie] [Verse 4: Lil Boosie] I gotta chick out Mississippi, she cold too Thick thighs, nice legs, soul food My D.C. chick hair hang to her back Yippee-yi-yo, ride that thing like that My Oakland girl, call her my smokin' girl She like to smoke a couple blunts fore we show the world Got a chick out Tallaha**ee, she a cougar She call me her lil juvie I gave her her groove back, she groovy My Harlem chick, all we do is make movies She like to see another bad chick eat Boosie And my Chitown chick, we have a gangster time She from the West side, whole body tatted and her s** life Can't forget about H-Town She like her a** tooted up and her face down I want her right now Gotta have something close to home I got a fire red bone who go all night long, Boosie [Hook: Lil Boosie]