Directed by Craig Bickerstaff
Lyrics
Tell me who your hittas
If you got a mister
Pass you around to all my niggas
once im finished if you ever missed it
Aint love baby
Lets be realistic
Hold me down
When i give it
Hands in my chest to change positions
Beds like a swimming pool
If you ever listen
Splash in the mattress
Wet conditions
Theres some vision
Future written
Want a bae
Who fry up some chicken
Take out her lipstip
do some kissin'
Aint wearin' a johny
Raw doggie i did it
Engine runnin' change the pistons
Liquor be the thing to start up my system
Fry you a burger
As i fuck you in the kitchen
Take a pill as our fluids are mixin'
If you're skinny
Then I'll do some liftin'
Call me batman
like em gotham vixens
blunt in missions
Chop it up roll tobacco to get my spliff in
I dont kiss and tell
Lets just say we'll have something splittin'
Down the road we drivin"
Motorway we ridin' she hidden
Head under the dash board
As my pants starts unzippin'
aint usin' her hands
As she like to choke the chicken
like em island girls
dont care if she bloodin' or crippin'
Like em to be black' even arab latin thickness
When i make some mula
Thats the time to upgrade them bitches
Ima have more chicks than our prophet
Keepin' single and i keep my distance