DJ Touré - Where the f** You At? lyrics

Where the f** you at? [ VERSE 1: Opio ] Women are so connivin but they liven me up Inviting succulent breast bustin through that dress Impress me and Phes Hold up, turn around so we can see the rest Yes! What a dame A motherf**in shame What's your name? You look fantastic She responded enthusiastic Was it the fame? (Nah) They all the same What's the difference if it's plastic? No drastic measures, just for pleasure, laughs, kicks Conversation was simple, she liked my dimples Asked me when will I be leavin town, it's goin down I said tomorrow, a look of sorrow crossed her face But I'm a ace, skate 'em, shot 'em to the hotel for the satin lace Treatments, Victoria's Secrets Get me weak in the knees, baby please don't tease me She put the squeeze on me, had me whipped A tight grip, the perfect fit, I flipped I couldn't handle it, shot 'em out but now I want 'em back Baby doll, tell me where the f** you at? (Check the situation from the serious tip) --] Sweet Tee [ VERSE 2: Phesto ] Yeah, now this sh** here sound like some interlude sh** So let me kick some lewdness, slackness I wish I had a b**h that practiced gymnastics And when I hit it from the back this Girl would twirl and twist them fat lips And make the Johnson vibrate like a tonsil Plus on the tonsils honey boom be on the job But if I tried to hang she'd be like a bat out of Hades f** around, get with a n***a, my lady I want a b**h that's mangy Maybe glaze me in some cherries and heavy sirup But never no rain, see, and never no stir-ups Nah, none of that S&M, just undressin when It's appropriate and even when it's not Cause she's hot, so Where the f** you at? (All by myself) --] Sweet Tee (Check the situation from the serious tip) --] Sweet Tee [ VERSE 3: A-Plus ] I knew this n***a that was bigger than life Pullin the trigger and knives He'd stick up in ya in fights And he was the kinda n***a causin pain and static When you seen him he would make you wanna aim yo 'matic But that is not happenin, that n***a got backin Cause if you shot at him 80 n***as will be on yo block cappin He had family, understand me And he know po-po, no, he make his dough sellin candy He got friends in high places Right in 'em skyscrapers I bet they help him beat his five cases Untouched, a true mack indeed He pull a Mac, you bleed He made his stack from crack and weed He f**ed up, the fact is The n***a tried to duck taxes Now he at that argument you punks static Federal pen with non-hetero men Climbin you front to back Aw, n***a where the f** you at? [ VERSE 4: Tajai ] I like them wide hips to slide in After the shows we rocked with ease, I'm captivatin Hoes are waxin and they attractin I see that lookin at mine's with fascination Mesmerized so I'm bookin them thighs for a visit later She replied yes to see her undressed I just couldn't deny that she possessed the most voluptuous Ass and D cups, it was almost too much for just me I said, 'What's up with us?' We got in the cut and let the lust erupt Scandalous and she did me justice with them luscious lips Givin a n***a rushes with the slightest touches, but bust this Now I gotta live with the repercussions, corruption She raised up when I dazed under the a**umption She could be trusted, now I'm like what's this Flustered left for broke I'll cuss this Ho I'll probably never see again, had a motive and Got me for my dough, so all I really wanna know is b**h... Where the f** you at? (All by myself) --] Sweet Tee (So all y'all hoes and skeezers, yo bust this)