"D***" as written by and Barry/kenny White....
[Chorus]
Damn, it's the way he grabs on himself when he gettin closer to them girls be like
Damn, it's the wife beater wish you were in the drop top two seater
Damn, I can't blame em' if he wasn't mine shit I would try and claim him,
Cause he's so fly and I'm so fly and you'll fool
Yourself if you try to deny him

I'm nothin' like them other brothers
I got no choice but to slut her
Cause I'm in a 10-6 with the vase up that look somethin' like a nutta butta dutta dutta
Mami you'll be in saint tropez
Ridin' jet skis and mopeds
Powderin' like dope heads
Paparazzi snappin' pictures they must think you J.Lopez (Bitch)
(ha-ha) lets roast some spinach
Find a club and just post up in it
What you mean are we there yet, I got Lear jets that get to the west coast in minutes
(ha-ha) I'm smoother than white vanilla fudge
With white vanilla studs
Cause if they witnessed how I'm killin' em out here these girls just might go tell the judge (i rest my case)

[Chorus]

You could be prancin' through ghettos
In a pair of fendi's or pants and stilettos
All you gotta do is swallow some kids like that witch did in Hansel and Gretel
Who's as handsome as ghetto
This mans earrings look transparent
And my Mitchell and Ness throwbacks be so old they could be somebody's grandparents
I want the kind of money athletes consume
I have to assume
I'm no fool, but I'm so cool, when I walk in feels like there's a draft in the room
(oh) I'm so sick I drive in reverse fast
Call me a nurse fast
Shorty just lay back in the Maybach it'll make you feel like you sittin' in first class
(Relax)

[Chorus]

They ask for it
So I put TV's in the headrest and the dashboard
And you gotta catch it on tape
Cause when the truck stops rims still look like they on fast forward
I'm sippin' liquor the color of smurf's skin
As long as the earth spins
And you'll get sea sick,
Cause my waves be thick enough for them cali dudes to surf in
(cowabunga) ya low ridin' denims
Look like midgets is hidin' in em
They say I like it from the front
They like it from the back but when the kid is slidin' in 'm
They be screamin'
The biggest dikes be
Switchin' for dudes with figures like me
And um I'm not braggin',
But imagine that you could even fuck with a nigga like me
(Bitch!)

[Chorus]


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"D***" as written by Mason T. Jones Melynda M. Jackson

Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.

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