HeadBand

Already got one, rolled up in my left hand

Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband

Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands

This shit I'm on, better than the next strand

Than the next strand, better than the next strand

She head down, booty poppin' in a handstand

I shine bright, I'll give your girl a slight tan

I make that pussy whistle like the Old Spice man

I don't even understand, why she'd ever want a man

If she ever throw it, I'd catch it like a cornerback

Like a cornerback, that's an interception

You think I give a fuck, that's a misconception

Oh what a night, oh what a night

The roof is on fire, so what? I'm high

I said, oh what a night, oh what a night

Yeah she a bad bitch, all jokes aside

Hey, look at baby over there

Wassup, little mama come here

She started talking but I really couldn't hear

Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror

Like she do it in the mirror, like she do it in the mirror

She broke it down started moving like Shakira

Like she do it in the mirror

Chop one, chop two, chop that ass down

Chop that ass down, chop chop that ass down

All I want you to do is just drop that ass down

Drop drop that ass down, now look back at it

Whistling Dixie

Middle school, I was getting head on a ten speed

Jiggalo blood line, pimpin' hereditary

Black on 28's, it remind of February

Day you can fuck with me, that would be Neveruary

Dead ass rapper should have came with a cemetery

I am so cold, nigga like Ben & Jerry

Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary

My vision blurry, these bitches flirtin'

I've been drinking all night, I think my kidney's hurtin'

So I closed the curtains on the 62

Her ass would knock your ass out, you better stick and move

Chain hang to my ding-a-ling

Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-ling

To do a threesome you gotta intervene

Her legs so sexy when I'm in-between

She do it like she do it in the mirror

Be cautious, that booty is bigger than it appears

She speed it up or slow it down, like she's switching gears

I'm looking for the baddest one here

I tell her like, do that there, do that there

You gotta stretch it out, girl move that there

She bend it over, touch her toes when she toot that there

Like hut one, hut two, girl who back there?

Who back there? I'm back there

I could take a step back and sip my cognac there

Picture perfect body, that's a Kodak there

Now make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat's there

I'm like, oh what a night, oh what a night

The roof is on fire, so what? I'm high

I'm like, oh what a night, oh what a night

That's a bad bitch, all jokes aside