Mike-D (S.U.C.) - Menagae 'Tois lyrics

(*talking*) Trying to find me, a menagae 'tois X in her life, just to tighten her jaw For real clog they neck up, how we do it [Big Pokey] I need a bad b**h, bad hoe Go hard with a n***a, in the middle the flo' Ain't complaining, bout her knees are so' Love to get hulled, like a brand new 4 You know me, 6-9's a no-no Pose for the camera, I'ma snap the photo Put a post in her face, she licked the logo Snatched the lighter, lit the do-do Baby from D.C., she like that go-go Plus she call me, is it stain or POLO Say she like the way I swang my rolo Drive me crazy, when she call me (ooh Po-Yo) It's on, and you know that it's on Sensei in that a**, like a brand new thong I don't play I lay on em, all night long Serving it to em, like filet mignon [Hook] Hoodrat, superstar Trying to find me a menagae 'tois X in her life just to tighten her jaw Hands in her pants, and she biting the bra It's on, (and you know that it's on) Sensei in that a**, like a brand new thong Everytime we turn around, (we dropping platinum songs) Balling out of control, (copping brand new homes) [Mike D] I told baby girl, hit me back and it's on Now me and Sensei, getting shots to the dome Wreck house boys, keep taste Q boys Slapped that X in her life, now we menagae 'toising Together we bad actors, steady up in the twat Performing like gymnists, making that a** flip flop She slurping the pole, not missing a drip drop While Po working the hole, and hurting the G spot Screaming Corleone, boy don't you stop Gone off Hennessy, girl you know I'm not Spark up another sherm, gave it all I got Make the headboard knock, till the rail unlock Beat the puddy up, we don't play with the cot Riding the clock, making the cum good shot Multiple orgasms, till that damn thang rot And then we out, know what I'm tal'n bout [Hook] Hoodrat, superstar Trying to find me, a menagae 'tois X in her life, just to tighten her jaw Hands in her pants, and she biting the bra It's on, (and you know that it's on) Corleone in that a**, like a brand new thong Everytime we turn around, (dropping platinum songs) Balling out of control, (copping brand new homes) [Big Pokey] Fell in, ambiance Trying to find me, a Columbian Met one, worked at a hair salon Drinking on a Coke, with a splash of rum Pierced navel, pierced tongue Baby face, so I played her for young Saw her homie, told her here she come Ran over over to her, like the way that she run I could make her mine, with the wave of a wand Put her on the track, and maker her pay me a ton Boys know, how I do my dames Sex games, like choo-choo trains Blew her brain, 'fore I knew her name Baby off the chain, gon do her thang 5"3' frame, hot as a flame Got turned out, I was to blame [Hook] Hoodrat, superstar Trying to find me, a menagae 'tois X in her life, just to tighten her jaw Hand in her pants, and she biting the bra It's on, (and you know that it's on) Sensei in that a**, like a brand new thong Everytime we turn around (we dropping platinum songs) Balling out of control, (copping brand new homes) (*talking*) Uh, lost than a mo'f**er