[Produced by DJ Quest]
[Telephone Call: Aviance]
Nigga this is the 15th motherfucking time
That I called and left your ass messages
I done text your bitch ass
And you ain't responding to nothin'
What the fuck is you doing
Who the fuck is you out there with
You think I'm stupid
My girls already done put me up on your ass tonight
When you get home I got some news for your bitch ass
[Hook: Riskay]
Why you comin' home 5 in the morn'
Something's going on, can I smell yo dick?
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So what you need to do is lemme smell yo dick
So what you need to do is lemme smell yo dick
[Verse 1: Riskay]
It's 4 o'clock and I'm sleepin'
It's late night and you creepin'
You coulda told me, "I'm leaving"
Now I know you're out there cheatin'
Why you gotta do me like that
When I call you don't call me back
I'm texting you, like nigga where you at
That's fucked up, why you do me like that
[Verse 2: Aviance]
I'm dead sleepin', you trickin'
In the club with dirty foot bitches
My girl was there and she witness
She had a camera phone, she took pictures
You was on the dance floor grindin'
With a stripper ho named Diamond
You was flossin' hard, you was shinin'
Everything she drank, you buying
Fuck nigga you need to stop lying
Before I get mad and pull out my nine
You want a new bitch to fuck, then that's fine
But don't fuck hers, then try to fuck mine
You keep tellin' me "you ain't touch her"
But some keep tellin' me you done fucked her
And I ain't that bitch, you want to play with
Nigga drop them boxers, let me smell your dick
[Hook: Riskay]
Why you comin' home 5 in the morn'
Something's going on, can I smell yo dick?
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So what you need to do is lemme smell yo dick
So what you need to do is lemme smell yo dick
[Verse 3: Real]
Hey, hey
Smell my dick? Wait a minute hold up
See that's how a bitch get'er eye swole' up
And I don't give a damn what your home girl seen
When I was in the club, what the fuck you mean
They ain't got no business, eyein' me like dat
You ain't got no business, tryin' me like dat
I wan't even feelin' Diamond like dat
I was wildin', but I wunt clownin like dat
That's alright, that's okay
Gon head believe what your homegirl say
A nigga like me, drink a lot of liquor
Meet a lot bitches, take a lot of pictures
I might break bread, with one or two strippaz
But that don't mean u gotta pull ma zippa
Thinking I dick down the whole town
Even though I got dick to go around (round... round)
[Hook: Riskay]
Why you comin' home 5 in the morn'
Something's going on, can I smell yo dick?
Don't play me like a fool, cause that ain't cool
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick
So wat u need to do is lemme smell yo dick
1 comment:
An instant modern-American classic, right up there with Jimmy Crack Corn ("Blue Tail Fly").
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