Paula Patton ft. iiilo & Hartly Lyrics

I need your box, I need a chicken box Back in the back in the hood again, yeah

Half and half, be my limit drop Damn, damn, damn, where you goin' girl

Wait, wait, where you goin' with your fine ass, yeah

I ain't finna call you Coca-Cola or tell you shape is like a wine glass, nah

Girl, you mixed with lavender and honeycomb, good shit

Need a hood chick, keep that bonnet on, give you good dick

Come from ghetto, love, love that hood shit

That's the ghetto, ghetto hoop earrings

Eli Musk coupe steering

See that Birkin Perfect, that's a winner bag

You'll start with no beginner bag Maccarone on your arm, diamonds shinin', false alarm on your arm

Does anybody got Cavalli, Laquan, Smith

If I'm the Don, need a bomb, bitch

Need a bomb , but I won't go to war

Ate that twine, but I need me some more

Eat your body out and stretch your body out

Dig your body out until you saw

Both of you niggas already gettin' money, man

You know you just need a business lawyer, you feel me

Who we now

You know what I'm saying

Barack had Michelle

Martin had Coretta

Mandela had Whitney

You know what I mean, you know

The list goes on, man, you feel me

I hired every great man

You know what I mean

It's always a great woman, man

You know

Yeah

Look, a sport of her finest

She thought that she had me, yeah

Pussy was sweet like some candy

She was so bougie and fancy

Sure they can't stand me

Want me to family

Say how the block markers can be

She lovin' my goals

Who would soak up her panties

She keepin' it quiet

That bag came in handy

The knockers pull up

Then she stuffin' my Grammy

Breebee so ragin

She do it, they ratchet

You shoot her a bird

And she ditchin' all magic

She slobberin' my night

While I'm turnin' my glasses

I sniffed in her glasses

I left the same treasure

I murdered that pussy

Then did she be braggin'

She find it and whine

And she bad for the past

Let's get it established

She already had her

Give it up, bro

We split like a platter

I don't chase hoes

All I do is chase money

Only 400

She screwin' her homie

She bow to my homie

She yellin', she comin

I'm different with strokes

And she said I'm a drummer

Murdered that pussy

Then did she be braggin'

She find it and whine

And she bad for the past

Let's get it established

She already had her

Give it up, bro

We split like a platter

And low on my course

It was so good

Her panties are fucked

The best friend

You can blame it on Brandy

And she kept it quiet

That back came in handy

Then rappers blow up

And she stuck for my Grammys

I murdered that pussy

Then did she be braggin'

She find it and whine

And she bad for the past

Let's get it established

She already had her

Give it up, bro

We split like a platter

Yeah