Paul Wall - She Likes It lyrics

I got polo on my body, smelling like These twinkles and the Cause my mouth is rather starry I call a b**h a b**h, call a lady say I'm sorry Then ask her if she f*cking the reply is I was party Cause I treat Gucci and I keep a way in Prada Man I can't tell her skin tone cause she covered up in dollars My hustle is the hardest so my paper is the tallest Everythang name brand, color scheme flawless I got all the jays, new pair fresh Like I cut hair Rocking new jury cause I own the store These boys tell me it ain't fair Horses on my underwear and true religion bridges But I don't even like them, I just do it for the b**hes Where we at? Top boy, top boy What you want to drink she say sirock boy 20 women round me standing on the couch They getting drunk and getting hot so now it's going down, down I just do it cause these b**hes like it, like it, I like it, I like it We do it cause these b**hes like it, like it, I like it, I like it We do it cause these b**hes like it, like it, I like it, I like it Do it, because they like it, pull up to the club, f*cked up Walk up to the door then I'm right Pictures be the section type Got a big blunt High up on my swisher With my head first Standing up, I'm drinking till my head hurts Talk about my best work, crazy how my words work Better than your best verse Mama says she's so She needs to stop tripping n***as Sirock with me and my brother pow-wow Say I'm g Where we at? Top boy, top boy What you want to drink she say sirock boy 20 women round me standing on the couch They getting drunk and getting hot so now it's going down, down I just do it cause these b**hes like it, like it, I like it, I like it We do it cause these b**hes like it, like it, I like it, I like it We do it cause these b**hes like it, like it, I like it, I like it Money over b**hes, still the same motto At the parking lot, watch the b**hes follow They just wanna Show time at the apolo Cause the bread up in my pocket, all green like avocado Let's Lots of chips Long stamina Plant the But it ain't no roof Cause it's diamonds and gold on a n***a tooth That's the power of the Gucci, so sue me, f*ck it I'm probably somewhere f*cking, while your b**h is over there fussing I'm a beat down Where we at Marcus Where we at? Top boy, top boy What you want to drink she say sirock boy 20 women round me standing on the couch They getting drunk and getting hot so now it's going down, down I just do it cause these b**hes like it, like it, I like it, I like it We do it cause these b**hes like it, like it, I like it, I like it We do it cause these b**hes like it, like it, I like it, I like it