Strange motherfucker's wanna be my nigga
Bought the shoes, they Prada too
'Em right across the melon
(Right across your melon, easy)
Oh shit, it's gettin' kinda hot in here
Still get paid to bust the right shit
Talk dirty, rock-a-bye a birdy, smack the shit out the Clyde
I pay the dues, I wear the pants
You don't wanna get smacked right quick
They just wanna learn me when they see me,I permanently
In the front wit me Tim hit ah, wit the bang to the boggada beat
(Right across your melon, pronto)
Oh shit, make niggas stop and stare
Wit a upper cut like this
Slap! Slap! Slap!
It's like freakin' wit your lova tryin' bust his rubba
Fell the rhythm, I'm 'bout to kill 'em
Y'all suspect hoe's y'all suspect hoe's
Y'all wack MC's, y'all never never
Turn your man to a ass-licker
Fuck wit me you lose, step to me and get brused
I'm the M S J A D E
All up in your knogen
I said, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Have him have him undercover like he thought he never
That's impossible, I make the rule
Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Picture this shit me Missy and Timbaland
Fan's takin flick's wanna get my picture
I don't give a fuck if you don't like this
What I'm post to do, starve for you
Fell the rhythm, I'm bout to kill 'em
Damage they shit internally and Slap! Slap! Slap!
Right across your melon, easy
All up in your knogen, early
But if you knock the boots,but at lease cop the coup
(Nigga,Slap! Slap!)
So what I'm bitchy roll a phat blunt wit Missy
'Cause I do my thing, knots in a pocket
Slap! Slap! Slap!
Every freakin' year I come wit something sicka
Still get paid to hope on the dick
Get old heads for they checks that sign right
Cheatin' ass men means, cheatin' as men
Talkin' hard as a cock but is light as a feather
I'm a prostitute, I gotta a lot of loot
As the beat goes, dun dun dun duna
Y'all lil', tryin' act bigga don't y'all get the picture
Right across your melon, pronto
Slap! Slap! Slap!
'Cause Bonnie should have pay me
And I get lil' boys for they doe on prom night
(I said, “Slap! Slap! Slap!)
Takin' off your clothe y'all reject hoe's
We bout to take it to the streets, but they chicken ran
Time to stop gamin and stay the fuck in
Freak's only speak, "Do you know Jigga?"
This ain't [unverified] , I can't crawl for you
Just gimme a beat and a muthafuckin' microphone
Nigga, Slap! Slap! Slap!
Burnin' 'em wit the heat, it don't conser me, when nigga talk shit
I don't know nigga help, shit, I write my own
Right across your melon, easy
How the hell a bitch like me become so celva
Toes and lows, bling like I'm B.G.
Ain't nothing better than these favorite buttas
Your chances are not few, they none
