T.I. - Episode lyrics

Published

0 220 0

T.I. - Episode lyrics

[Hook: Chris Brown] All my little bad b**hes in here If you came to get ratchet, say "Yeah" Baby, touch your toes We can get freaky, have an episode Tell me, is ya wit' that? Episode, tell me, is ya wit' that? [Verse 1: E-40] I don't like it, I love it, I wanna grip it and touch it I'm tryna hit it and f** it, stab it and stick it and stuck it Get you to lick it and s** it and kiss it after I nut it We can be friends, ain't gotta be seen in the public I'm about that verb, that action, have that coochie having contractions When I be smashing and smacking and sapping, thrusting and thrashing Sit back and relax and have a gla** of this bottle Earl Stevens Selections, mango moscato Handbag by Céline, it seem like I already knew ya Beautiful girl, you so bad, look like somebody done drew ya My eyes salute ya, you a sight for sore eyes, booty and thighs You and yo girls should get with me and my guys Come and get a bar of this macking, baby girl, get rid of that sap He ain't real, he a fraud, baby girl, that dude is a cat When he first intervened, he bought you flowers, no doubt But once he got in good, he started dogging you out [Hook: Chris Brown] All my little bad b**hes in here If you came to get ratchet, say "Yeah" Baby, touch your toes We can get freaky, have an episode Tell me, is ya wit' that? Episode, tell me, is ya wit' that? [Verse 2: T.I.] Shawty in love with them gangstas, that's why she holla at me Them country n***as, we whipping up 15 thousand a key You just be giving her, getting her, I just fill her with D Even though she cute and petite, freaky, discreet She got extensions of booty with them tattoos on her cheek Make me wanna take her to a island, we could do it for weeks Girl, let me Birkin your bag, Jimmy Choo on your feet Let me get you out of the Jag and in that Bentley GT I'm on the west coast, droptop riding, fool With E-40, Sick Wid It, we riding, fool Hustle Gang bang green, we tried them truths Somebody told you otherwise, they lied to you I bet it all, roll the dice, bet, bet Quarter mil on me in the bag, check that Them s**as don't like it but they gon' respect that Spend the night, have a episode, you won't forget that, check that [Hook: Chris Brown] All my little bad b**hes in here If you came to get ratchet, say "Yeah" Baby, touch your toes We can get freaky, have an episode Tell me, is ya wit' that? Episode, tell me, is ya wit' that? [Verse 3: Chris Brown] Girl, I came here with all my n***as and all this liquor Said she want a threesome, I'm gon' lick her (yup!) From the bottom to the top, I'mma take it down I'mma roll the weed but she gon' break it down It's not my fault if that's yo' girl Cause she wanna leave with a real n***a p**y on my balls, her panties in my car Before your n***a call, you know I gotta get it [Hook: Chris Brown] All my little bad b**hes in here If you came to get ratchet, say "Yeah" Baby, touch your toes We can get freaky, have an episode Tell me, is ya wit' that? Episode, tell me, is ya wit' that?