T3 - Turning Me Off lyrics

[Verse 1: Dove] Next door she do hopes, chick's so old Swear she got a blue back, can't shake her cold But you got to prove girl, you didn't been there No matter the occasion, shejust gotta be in there Ball court surfer, she a dope boy's ... Net game, shameless you better get garlic Miss vampire, your blood on your bank code She'll thank you kindly Kinda reminds me, what's good for the goose Is good for the gander But my gigolo days died with Huey in the news You want a taste of a do it and you loose Vixen, she on that smack, my dogs love it Tell she blow cum bubbles out her nose when she swallows Her creed deeper than the shades of appolo But that ain't balboa thats boa constrictor She don't let her head to her toes restrict her sh**, fine dime and kiwi white wine When she breaks the bank, she bringing out the hammer Hammer pants, 12 hundred a pair Hammer here, you can't touch this boy, don't even go there She can't cook a hotdog but she could eat one A college orgy's like eats one, teach one Her first gang bang, on her birthday 16 candles, blew them all in the worst way But nowadays she some corporate kitty In somebody's penthouse, in some big city Laying on her backside, tears in her eyes Living in the life, while her dignity dies Tarnishing the legacy, queens in the tribe [Hook] Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off We dead in the summer time, still gotta cough Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off Bonita, Bonita, Bonita [Verse 2] You see you couldn't feed of sh** she was broke Hungry... been on the back so much She's giving break dance lessons Back spinning, back sinning about 10 seconds in the back Of the rental, the black tint Lexus She learn the head game, ... probably undressing She should have slowed it but you never would have known it Until you push upon her and got the k**a c*nt from California Right persona, never knew that she was local High complexion you go when hopping on some dicks like a pogo Hot chick, never put your face near the slit Always crying, always lying, always talking sh** The kind of girl burn your money, burn your P now She prolly got a the f**ing role clinic on f**ing speed dial I told my man you would leak where you pee out Bonita, Bonita, Bonita [Hook] [Verse 3: Pos] Yeah, y'all know that saying When in Rome, do what Roman Polanski would do So you bit off a little more than you can chew Raise cheeks and white teeth showing hunger You and I both know you ain't getting any younger But you all given just a typical lame Got Mono from a stereotypical way Views on love, been stretched and worked with the skellies in her closet, with the fresh corpse Next to it, shelf filled with self health books, looks like a paradox Cause the crooks use you like a pair of socks Keep a pair of co*k in your mouth, you call it smoking pube You've been warned from the ground up you have never to be Most prefer rose a pose to the sea All over your charade, like a new dance of the footsteps followers ... and find you on your knees...Bonita, Bonita,Bonita