Diverse [Original]
Intro
Shit I need get nurtured or sum way I be runnin' through these lil' groupie hoes ohhh shiitttttt
Chorus
Fuck that thot thot
She fugazi (Man fuck that hoe)
Fucked ha friend fucked sista now she hate me
You a rundown (ughhhhh)
You a basic
Tried to fuck with one my dawgs it don't phase me (na! na!)
Game on lock
Champ Bailey (Boy dem clamps!)
Got them shooters got them Haitians they from Haiti (woah)
Yeah they crazy (woah)
You Betta pay me (woah)
Load them drums send em marchin like this Macy's (praaaaaa)
Verse
Where that tape (aye)
Killa where that tape (aye, aye)
We been waitin all day where that tape
(yuh, yuh)
Say nomore, Here we go
Pussy nigga take some notes
I been whippin & the choppin the beats all up in the studio
But how u do that
How u chop & screw that
Swear I get more head than a mf durag
Swear I got more sauce than some nuggets than a bigmac (But what u bout)
Real nigga, O.G ask yo grandad
(Ask that nigga)
Bet I block a dumb hoe like Mutumbo
Fuck dem hoes back to back that's a combo
On ha tiptoe (ah!)
On the wood flo (ah! ah!)
Then I nut all ha face all on ha torso
Off that whiskey (yuh!)
I'm so crispy (yuh!)
Maybe that's why all these babies wanna lick me (what?)
Wanna tick me (what?)
Wanna sip me (nigga what?)
Once I'm done with that hoe she a frisbee
Chorus
Fuck that thot thot
She fugazi (Man fuck that hoe)
Fucked ha friend fucked sista now she hate me
You a rundown (ughhhhh)
You a basic
Tried to fuck with one my dawgs it don't phase me (na! na!)
Game on lock
Champ Bailey (Boy dem clamps!)
Got them shooters got them Haitians they from Haiti (woah)
Yeah they crazy (woah)
You Betta pay me (woah)
Load them drums send em marchin like this Macy's (praaaaaa)
Verse
Uhhhhhhh! Lemme get that bag
Skrt! Skrt! Do the dash
Got ha in position call me hulk I'm bout to smash (ooo Yuh!)
Make ha tap out (ugh!)
Make ha pass out (ugh! ugh!)
This that therapeutic dick blow ya back out (ayeeeee!)
Now I gotta breathin hard like huhhh! huhhh!
Wait, no ugh, ugh
Somethin' like ooo, yuhh
Thought she was the 3 little pigs way she huff puff
Thought she could arrest me, thought she coulda handcuff
Way I put them moves woulda thought she was a wrestla
Neva text ha (Na!)
Only sex ha (Ya!)
I dropped my babies at ha crib babysitta (aye)
In and out, drive through, nigga checkers (skrt!)
Authentic, you artificial
That's a flag on the on play blow the whistle (prrrrr)
Bitch I'm shinin' , bitch I'm gleamin' imma crystal
Bitch I double what u make, matta fact I triple
Writer/s: Meodney Xavier
