Somethin' 'bout them stars on the ceilin'
I swear l'm hypnotized on 'em
Yeah, I swear I'm hypnotized baby I swear I'm hypnotized
Like Popeye's she got some thighs on her (Thighs on her)
And if he slippin' we gon' slide on him (Skrrt)
Yeah, just like some tires we gon' ride on him (Skrrt)
Yeah, she pop a wheelie then she glide on me
My pockets cheesy like my aunty's macaroni
(Aunty Pat, yeah)
We get to the bread like a pack of bologna (Yeah)
She gonna ride up on this d**k just like a pony
I'ma do some tricks up on that b***h like Tony
Yeah, I can't get her pregnant, I'm just simply steppin' in
All my b*****s beauty pageants, all my b*****s immaculate
B***h I'm the shit like flatulence
I got your b***h on top of the d**k
She so fascinated when I say squid (Squid, squid, squid, squid)
Believe it b***h (Believe it b***h)
Achieve it b***h
**** on the ho then I leave the b***h
Forehead tatted like Quan Chi
Replacin' these hoes with no warranty
All these hoes ain't guaranteed
Pockets swole like Mr. T
Nut in her she marry me
Yeah, somethin' 'bout them stars on the ceilin'
I swear l'm hypnotized on 'em
I swear l'm hypnotized baby
I swear I'm hypnotized
Like Popeyes she got some thighs on her (Thighs on her)
And if he slippin' we gon' slide on him (Skrrt)
Yeah, just like some tires we gon' ride on him (Skrrt)
Yeah, she pop a wheelie then she glide on me
My pockets cheesy like my aunty's macaroni
(Aunty Pat, yeah)
We get to the bread like a pack of bologna (Yeah)
She gonna ride up on that d**k just like a pony
I'ma do some tricks up on that b***h like Tony
My b***h in the Olympics My b***h study Physics
My b***h put her legs behind her head and bust a split, yeah
Moves, she gettin' plenty bread
Broke hoes need to go to jail
Pick her up like she's on sale
In her box just like some mail (Maill)
You've got mail (Mail)
Yeah
B***h I got ice like a penguin
I'm on fire extinguish
I want your head you genius
You won't smoke no incense
Give me space like an indent
Gas is louder than arguments
Yeah, somethin' 'bout them stars on the ceilin' (Stars in the)
I swear l'm hypnotized on 'em (I don't know)
I swear I'm hypnotized baby (I don't know)
I swear I'm hypnotized (I don't know)
Like Popeyes she got some thighs on her (Thighs on her)
And if he slippin' we gon' slide on him (Skrrt)
Yeah, just like some tires we gon' ride on him (Skrrt)
Yeah, she pop a wheelie then she glide on me
My pockets cheesy like my aunty's macaroni
(Aunty Pat, yeah)
We get to the bread like a pack of bologna
(Yeah)
She gonna ride up on that d**k just like a pony
I'ma do some tricks up on that b***h like Tony
(Stars on the ceiling)
(Hypnotized on 'em)
(Hypnotized on her)