letra de lemme get ya # - chow lee
[intro]
(powr up)
(uh, pop me a perc’, gotta power up, uh, uh, yeah)
[chorus]
bae, i’m tired of the phone s-x
’bout to change my number
keep on playing all these games with me, you ’bout to fumble me
i know you don’t give a f-ck, ’cause you prolly got a couple of me
but the problem is all them n-ggas is my sons, and they can’t f-ck with me
my problem is i wanna treat my house like it’s the devil’s tree
different hoes and different wardrobes, wanna rock with me
who the f-ck am i to say no?
she ain’t never been nowhere, so she treat miami like its turks and caicos
she just wanna get her way, she bad as h-ll she always get her way, get her way
and she tired of doin’ dates, so am i
i’d rather just go and eat your p-ssy ’til you cry
i don’t want no food, i don’t want no food
i’d rather just go and eat your p-ssy ’til you cry
i don’t want no food, i don’t want no food
i’d rather just go and eat your p-ssy ’til you cry
[verse]
you spend much time at work, girl
you should take some time off
you don’t like your n-gga, i don’t like my b-tch, let’s have a slime off
bought some 42 and she got hype, she’s used to whiteclaws
if we talkin’ seconds, 42 to get her tights off
we started at phone s-x, she playing with her p-ssy
and i’m doing what i do, she said she like it with my rolex on
and in the bedroom, i’m a bully
and she bust down like a fully automatic, got me so turned on
girl, i’m so turned on
it’s like i want to bag you all over again
like, let me get your number
[chorus]
bae, i’m tired of the phone s-x
’bout to change my number
keep on playing all these games with me, you ’bout to fumble me
i know you don’t give a f-ck, ’cause you prolly got a couple of me
but the problem is all them n-ggas is my sons, and they can’t f-ck with me
my problem is i wanna treat my house like it’s the devil’s tree
different hoes and different wardrobes, wanna rock with me
who the f-ck am i to say no?
she ain’t never been nowhere, so she treat miami like its turks and caicos
she just wanna get her way, she bad as h-ll she always get her way, get her way
and she tired of doin’ dates, so am i
i’d rather just go and eat your p-ssy ’til you cry
i don’t want no food, i don’t want no food
i’d rather just go and eat your p-ssy ’til you cry
i don’t want no food, i don’t want no food
i’d rather just go and eat your p-ssy ’til you cry
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