“Goddamn, b**h” [Hook] "Why can't I be free" [Verse One: Natti] A late night exchange of numbers, a freak f** festival One hit wonder cutter, plus she s**s testicles A wee touch skeptical, my feelings after our dealings Cause she's susceptible to feelings after her squealings Staring up at the ceiling thinking I'm her soul-mate Begging me “stay the night”, but I say “I need Colgate.. Irish Spring, clean jeans, drawers and all, can't stay…” Seeing three rings she clings and calls daily Sings on my machine about dreams of our baby Bitter scene, bring things to fling on my car window A more expensive lay would take Louie Vuitton pillows Alligator sheets on a bed of elephant teeth Now I wish my one-night stand would please sit down With her bags packed and a nap sack on the next Greyhound She stays on my street like potholes, waiting to jump out foxholes Even rain don't strain her game, she brings ponchos Sleeves full of surprises, changes weaves for disguises Then shows at family functions battin her eyelids I never would have thought from that one mistake To shake this b**h I'd have to study AND1 mixtapes For sh**'s sake, pump your breaks, listen this might be low But you can call me midget, here's your EPO Now remain in order of that there restraining order But this b**h just laughed and asked if I would call her “Whut?!” [Hook]