Joell Ortiz - She Will (Freestyle) lyrics

[Verse 1: Joe Budden] I told her Now go and pop that p**y for a real n***a Fattest a** textin me all day but I still ig' her Don't do the small talk, wrong wrong guy to build wit She asked me for a vacay, all she get is a guilt trip n***as is talking to the feds now bugging out Even got ca**ettes in they chest, Teddy Ruxpin style b**hes is wildin' they treating me like they husband now Though I got this white girl upstairs like this the Drummond house [Verse 2: Joell Ortiz] Now go on pop that p**y for another real n***a House gang bang bang, no Derringer Long rifle, big bulls, drip ooz shout When I come round the corner like a vick cruz route s** it with you're b**bs out, you f**ing skank Deep throat, please choke, yeah gag like a f**ing prank You know us 'Ricans be freaking so though we got dinner reservations Later this evening I'm eating [Hook: Joe Budden and Joell Ortiz] She just started to pop it for a n***a Then looked back and told me baby it's real And I said b**h you crazy if you think I believe you but I'mma still get a feel She say that her head ground breaking so it's only right I show her the drill And she cute, so maybe she won't yeah aight n***a trust me she will Yeah, do it for the hardest n***as spitting in the game right now she will Yeah, do it for the hardest n***as spitting in the game right now she will If I can drop her off and she ain't gotta take the train right now she will Yeah, do it for the hardest n***as spitting in the game right now she will [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] I mean... Why the f** would she not she'll play my side just to be hot Hop in my ride, crushing these blocks swallow her pride f** them Reeboks Red bottoms glide, girl get on top or leave those on and go with your squat Let's make this p**n, see the red dot? The camera's on here's your big shot They say you shy, I know you not now prove em wrong make it... pop [Verse 4: Joe Budden] He can't go the places I go He ain't been the places I've been He can't f** the hoes that I've f**ed He don't spend they way that I spend With him she hold that p**y hostage like a pimp is nearby With me she always wanna lay up like a rim is near by [Verse 5: Crooked I] Hop up on that pole and wind Overtime, take off your clothes and grind She know she fine, she low-key no she mind Look at the neck and the ho get blind f** your man, got a loaded nine When I'm bowling for Columbine Put a bullet in his head, leave him with an open mind Then I poke his dime...Crooked I In the p**y and I go for delf Why do you think they call it box Gotta hit baby below the belt Whether c**a or mocha after I stroke her I never broke myself We tour in March, but May 15th, we be on your shelf! Welcome To: Our House n***a House n***a no Clarence Thomas We run in your lane, we soning the game So pay your parents homage Each one of my gang is one of the same, I'm being very honest Plus that paint so black on a Bentley coup I'm feeling Farrakhan-ish I promise, so many tattas got my name on it these strippers They bring the parade on stage and I rain on it Real n***a! Man I'm getting this money don't ask how She get cheese cause of derrière is a cash cow [Hook]