I got a slew of bitches who don't fuck with crucifixes
Scrub the ground and do the dishes
Severed ties with their youth and innocence
Stoop kids who's daddies swooped up into this
Cooped up in daddy coop and intimate
Yell hootie hoo, let her screw and sin
Fuck another bitch man, become her bestest friend
Over medicated, highly educated
All my girls highly dedicated
Know a nigga flaw from his conversation
She can speak for me, I let her delegate it
Her lungs are stressed and her buns a mess
She's hot and bothered in her Sunday dress
Till the sun done died and the moon come set
And the poon come twice and the condom wet
Blink, think and move in sync with me
Like a pack of wolves, move instinctively
Only at night does she think of me
Light one up, pour a drink for me
I'm TTG, got a wanderlust
Quick to bust a bitch like a blunderbuss
One awful nigga you know not to trust
Please ask someone to put a stop to us
She listens to My Prez At Nite
So she know what boys like
My bitch is down to fucking ride
She know what them toys like
She know what that noise like
She know what them toys like
She know what that noise like
Cause she know what boys like
Hush little shorty girl, don't say a word
Father's gonna buy you a fat sack of herb
And if that fat sack of herb don't smoke
I'ma rob my plug and take all of his dope
And if all that motherfucking dope ain't dank
Father's gonna buy you a fat gold chain
And if that fat gold chain might break
Father's gonna buy you a fucking AK
She listens to My Prez At Nite
So she know what boys like
My bitch is down to fucking ride
She know what them toys like
She know what that noise like
She know what them toys like
She know what that noise like
Cause she know what boys like
