[Chorus 2X: Fes Taylor] I need a bitch that'll ride for a nigga, like She don't want ice, she just ride the dick all night You know the simple things in life, like Nibble on the nipples, busting on her dimples
[Fes Taylor] Bitch you fronting like I ain't hold ya raggedy ass down Heard you running round town like Raggedy Ann now And threesomes, and please 'em, and go for round two when the weed down She said she need freedom from her baby daddy, he talk alotta shit Said he was crazy coming at me, cuz I'm the shit Fuck if I'm rich, I ain't got a trick He got alotta cash, good, I got alotta dick No use in sweets and shopping in botiques Try to get you in them sheets, you a locker room freak Was a high school jump off, graduated celebrity Niggas getting they nuts off But of course, they say love cost, so it's buttersoft Leather in the plush porsche, I just dust off Pussy got cobwebs on it, ma, who want it? Stretchmarks on your belly, but still you flaunt it Your ass got fatter, it really don't matter Cuz her head game good with me
