My style can't be dupilcated or recycled.
This chick is a sick individual.
Sick tape, volume 2!
Believe it!
Oh! Oh!
Let me switch up the game
I drink that cognac
Step back cause I might put it on ya
I go deep so deep till you sleep
Count sheep wake ya up from fucking all week
You don't want me to show ya
How freak bitches act when I ain't soba
Word up, I'm tore up, sure 'nough
I ain't scared to take it off(tell the freak to take it off)
Tipsy and it feel good
Black dudes got big woods
Into it, I do it, I did it
If you really, really want it then nigga stop fronting (stop fronting)
Hey boy you know I'm your type (your type)
5'2 and wear my jeans real tight
My curves they swerve so superb
My word is my word and I came to serve
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from
It's where you at
And if you came to freak-a-leak better bring your hat
East coast, west coast, down south
Represent your coast
Yeah we run it
Yeah we run it
Y'all don't want it
Cause my coast run it
Oh
We run this shit
We run this shit
Wanna pull my hair
Break my back
For the right money might sit in your lap
Back to back I can't even keep track
It's a fact the freaks love to get slapped
Suck my toes, I need a back rub
I don't come to do it
I just wanna be touched
Look at how y'all making me blush
I'm enough to go around so people don't push
Wanna run that tush in the bush
Don't my diamonds look real good?
And they shine so hard that he glittas
So many karats they look like crittas
And we can do it all night
Take a flashlight to see up in my windpipe
I like to keep a nigga hype
I wanna know can you handle my mic
We run this (run this)
We run this (run this)
We run this
Oh, oh, oh
It don't matter where you from