Mr. Porter - f** In The Truck lyrics

[Intro: DJ Young Mase] More dozen sh**! Volume number 2 Produced by Mr. Porter [Hook: Kon Artis] Yellow, you know I know that's wa**up That's the reason for all the gnac in your cup So go ahead girl, sip it up, sip it up! In a rush because I'll f** in the truck I know you used to having your way n***as falling over you daily Sometimes you wanna just do your thang Let a n***a f** out your brains [Verse 1: Kuniva] I know you hear it all the time But you ain't heard it from me A lot of guys would pay for it But I get it for free And I ain't tryna talk you to d**h So I'll be brief: if you smoke Here's a little something for you to chief See, this movie's getting boring The Henny got you warm. Plus you looking Like a stund double for Melissa Boyd I see you smiling, s**y little glancing Licking on your lips and you welcome my advances Pretty Young Thing didn't know she liked it rough Til she ripped my clothes off and pulled out her Handcuffs - sho nuff. All over me, so it's only right That I give it to her like a mad man with a knife And she's loving it! Scratching me up, push me off Turned around and started backing me up, that's what The f** I be talking about, girl A freak in disguise, banged her perm out And left her a** sleeping high [Hook] [Verse 2: Swifty McVay] I see you wyling, hands/legs over me while I'm driving One of them out the window, 5 miles per hour Sipping amaretto like a champ, and I"m proud of you! Still flexible, double-jointed, I can't argue Everybody staring as you drive through I continue to pull over to the first curb I find, boo I take it you wanna be in control Take it slow, but no dominations on me Said you wouldn't call me, figured I would talk sh** I love the way we did it in the middle of an argument I don't play the game, I'm doing what you wanted Before I told you my name It's just me, no disrespect. You wearing Donna Karen And I got on a V-neck You let it get this way, it'll remain You got me, I grabbed you, f**, I love your brains.. [Hook]