Wale - The One Eye Kitten Song lyrics

[Verse 1: Wale & Travis Porter] Look, I was ridin' through wherever like my situation better Bet they make demands when they see you makin' money Romanelli custom, make it (buy it) Haters (priceless) 100 for the bu*ters I don't be with squares [Travis Porter:] Unless I'm sittin' on my luggage [Wale:] See that's a little different, Damier was a cover [Travis Porter:] Now won't you tell me somethin' 'bout the joint that you was thumpin' Yeah Ralph you know the girl that always askin' 'bout some money [Wale:] Yeah, yeah, man cut that talk I ain't ever spendin' nothin' But some gas and some mothaf**in' rubbers Check it on the dash, 120 out speedin' You play phone tag a minute, was tryna see it Told her we can be low, pinot and rollin' weed up [Travis Porter:] Did you get her on cam? [Wale:] No brag, but Tarantino Now you know, so we know, told me I can keep it [Travis Porter:] Well n***a, did you smash? [Wale:] I smashed [Travis Porter:] But did you eat it? My answer: [Hook: Wale] Took her to the room make her bust it wide open k**ed that p**y, died with his eyes open k**ed that p**y, died with his eyes open k**ed that p**y, died with his eyes open Man, took her to the room make her bust it wide open k**ed that p**y, died with his eyes open k**ed that p**y, died with his eyes open k**ed that p**y, died with his eyes open [Verse 2:] Hol' up, wait, chill let it marinate White girl with a booty call it carrot cake Black girl with a booty call it double fudge Brought my n***a along, we havin' double fun k**ed that p**y, died with his eyes open Hopped out the p**y fly with my fly open You hopped out the p**y fly with your fly open? With her legs in the sky like the suicides open Suicide doors, suicide who*es We all up at the crib, it's a quarter past four Chillin', smokin', drinkin' Like Jay-Z off-key I'm singin' OK I met this girl named Sara Did she pull up in the Panamera? Nah, that's another broad, this another broad (her?) Little yellow tail, but I ain't hit it raw [Hook] [Verse 3:] Waddup bro? Nothin' much Joe Tell me about the Brenda you caught up at your last show She was playin' hittin' hard to get it (I dig it) You sweat it? A little, blame it all on the liquor sh** I was so faded couldn't keep my eyes open Playin' eye to eye 'til she poke it out for me Forty-five later she was jumpin' all on me It was on (It was on, then put on for the homie) Ok next time I got ya I just caught in the moment When I bring friends in her friends will get focused Dogs will be dogs, shones will be shonin Kitten call me then it die with eyes open [Hook]