The way we knockin' as the sound of the bed head smackin' the wall
A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track, lets go
Yeah, soldiers
Baby tell me why tell me so
We 'bout to line it up just right
Baby I love it, the way you rub it
Saying two chicks that was beefin' and touching and feeling each other
Wait a sec you know I know a song girl
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
Then we start to cook up the place
And let me rock 'cause I love the way you pop that, c'mon
Baby tell me why tell me so
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it
Make way for the kid to come in girl
I know it's kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl
You messing with a nigga better, stop that shit mama
Even though this shit was way off the meter
Now you can both do it
And while you at it take a lick and just taste it
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
Baby tell me why tell me so
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it
Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on
Shorty hit me all on the two-way
It's like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock that
Just put the pep in your step, what's with all the emotional shit?
Women watching the nigga
Baby I'm saying I lovin' how you rubbin'
Ladies where you at, c'mon c'mon
And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me
Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit' my hand on my heater
Every single time we come to drop that
Shorty buggin' and giving me head in back of the speaker
And always be ready to taste it
Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard
Check it, watch how we do it
Stay alert and never moving the sleeper
Let me put it down and we started to bone girl
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it
The other had a heat, "I thought ya'll be gettin' along girl?"
With the ready to do the look on their face, c'mon
Yeah, I like it, I love the way you always get down and
Baby tell me why tell me so
And the way you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it
You know we be swingin' a hep
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
And definitely won't waste it
And the way that you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it
Now check it, I love the way she step to it and how she's keepin' it basic
And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl
Baby tell me why tell me so
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
Baby tell me why tell me so
See a chick that kinda look like a star
I'd like you to go high, you tell me to go low
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it
So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again, I like it
In other words you better watch that shit 'cause you got that shit
Ladies, if you want your man to get down and
Put it on me like I wouldn't recover
Girl I know you wanna
By the couches up inside the cheetah
Word to mother, now we having a ball
Listen, cut the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar
Me and you and one of your other home girls
You ready to freak out ladies?
The way your ass sit up all on your back
Tell me to meet her way in the back
Just throw your hands in the air, fella's just make it do it too
Couldn't believe her
