Doug F. - Sneak Attack lyrics

[Verse 1: Travis] At first I'll sneak up on ya, creep up on ya, all up on ya, word? Slip a drink into your hand, I'll make your speeches slurred Talking to ya, hand on your waist, whisper in your ear “Let's go to my place” Get to sleeping after giving you the loving you deserve Pillow talking, pour your heart out, I ain't hard now, go on baby You say you love me? It's fine I guess, I am the best, or average maybe Eight in the morning, breakfast made; need a good meal after I get laid No, there's none for you This ain't a motherf**in' soup kitchen! [Hook] Wherever we go, we'll never be seen It's a sneak attack, baby Just trying to be nice, we don't wanna be mean It's a sneak attack baby [Verse 2: Andrew] I think you know by now we ain't in it for the short-term, in it for the long We keep it going somehow and if you say it ain't so then how we singing this song? Cause we make it rough; get the sandpaper out, start to buff Don't stop rubbing til you see your face in it then maybe by then it'll be enough Cause I can promise you we are never through Put some stank in it til you say P.U Clothespin on your nose, hoes don't need no clothes I'll be done working, babe, before you even know [Hook] [Verse 3: Doug F.] So I met this cutie with a booty and she told me with s**, she just likes to be surprised When I hear this nonsense, she just looks me up with her s**y eyes So damn fine, but I felt this concentrated infatuation She licked her lips and pa**ed me a folded napkin with a specific time and location She says, “Be there, don't be late, if you feel the need for you to get some a** Say yes before the moment's pa**ed; and for me to get off, you need to wear a ski mask.” Oh, um... I'm no expert, but that definitely sounds like rape “I don't wanna go to jail today.” She said, “Chill, this is just our very first date.” [Hook] [Verse 4: Dean] Hey girl, what's your name? My name is Dean, uh Heard you like a big dick and I'm a big skeeta But I'm not gonna bug you like a mosquito If you don't want it girl, wait, of course you do, huh? You're looking real fine and I'm glad that I met ya I know you heard Dem Boiz, the best in the west, uh In the category of Central Texas nut bustas We know that you want our grapes in your custard Ooh that's nasty, but you know me Wouldn't be me if it was rated “G” But I'm an OG, been on a skeeting spree I know you're not leaving with anyone but me I know you heard my balls don't get left blue And neither do my bros'; we get rubbed til we spew All over you, even in your shoe But don't be mad; sneak attack, and adieu