Lieutenant Toxic ft. FatRay100 Lyrics

100,000 on the table and I ain't impressed I need a 100 mil, nigga, nothing less

My HOE friend tried to fuck, thought it was a test

Got a D-minus on it, she got pretty breasts We passed up the niggas that was past us

She smell the Baccarat, she wanna give that ass up

That pussy like a Everlast punching bag huh, Left hook, uppercut, jab, jab, huh

We get a booth at the club, run the tab up Any mini, money, mo', who gon' ice it

We all got it, it don't matter what the price is

Now who finna ride this dick without no license

Man, it's been a long time coming One day with me, she for sure fucking

What you wanna eat? It ain't nothing She want a Porterhouse and a dick in her stomach

20 seconds in and she cuming The ass so fat, it make you cry, it's an onion

She can take the dick, but she running You got me so confused, bitch, I'm about to

Blow a fuse I been up since that shit came, bitches

Like, what's his name? Told that hoe, I'm Fat Ray, bitch, feel like

I'm Rick James I was balls deep in your bitch before the

Kit came and, I ball different, I'm Olympics, you the six rings

I don't need no circle, I'm like Urkel, I'm a square kid

Pulling out your hair wig, uh-huh, square biz

I know your ex hurt you, it don't matter what that square did

I'm still about to put you through some shit life ain't fair, bitch

If I ain't break your heart twice in the

same year, I ain't love you for real and if you ain't insecure, worried about where the fuck I'm at, why I ain't there?

You don't love me hard enough

The real Lieutenant Toxic

If we being honest, shit, I get it poppin

You can't spar with a .40, so don't get to boxin

I'll cut a bitch off forever if she get the poppin

You tryna get her in the car, I'm tryna get her out it

She said she wanna eat some pussy, is you really bout it

Shit, we can have a little threesome if my bitch allow it

Pretty satanic, bitch, fuck the evil out her

Come to my bitch as a woman, you gon' read about it

I been up since that shit came, bitches like, what's his name?

Told that hoe I'm Fat Ray, bitch feel like I'm Rick James

I was balls deep in your bitch

Before the kit came And I ball different, I'm Olympics, you the Six Rings

I don't need no circle, I'm like Urkel, I'm a square kid

Pulling out your hair wig, uh-huh, square biz

I know your ex hurt you, it don't matter what that square did

I'm still about to put you through some shit, life ain't fair, bitch

Don't need no circle, I'm like Urkel, I'm a square kid