Jamba Juice

She think I be childish to yo her mom ima grown man Feel like Conan when I be gone off these Hogan's Baddest lil Biddy I got her sayin my slogans I'm with this fast money ain't got no time for no (NOPE) No slow dance no Bitch we cant hold hands Unless you Ben frank or you really be with the pole dance Bitch tryna hit this wood that's a no mam (AY!) Keep tweaking ima send her ass home man Back to her nigga now she lame again I ain't tryna hold you down baby stay with him He gone let yo ass sit around all day with him Me and him ain't the same if you ain't payin him (He don't never buy you shit why you stay with him?) Cause I be Playin in that pussy like a jungle Jim I be all around the city like congressmen And I got my niggas wit me ain't no blocking them If they on yo ass ain't no stopping them Give a f*ck if it's 12 we still rockin him Then we gone do the dash boy we outtta here (Do Yo Shit Ay!) (Do Yo Shit Ay!) I been tryna get my chilay Really (AH AH) Go dumb when I get this feelin Sillay (AH AH) Nigga I be in the booth really spittin I be round real killers we be chillin (AH AH) I'm Eatin shrimp my niggas plotting on safe and shit He gone ask one time then he takin it (One Time!) I be telling bro to chill on that jason shit This Nigga came with a mask like Rip Hamilton He keep stick with the flash like a cameraman Hit a lick and start dancin I can't hold it In Gave a junkie good food now he goin in Hit his lil two step, He in control again Lookin down at my phone it's this hoe again? She gone make me change the number on this phone again We at Jamba Juice trippin off the po again I Told him blend this wock up we need 4 of him I Told him blend this wock up we need 4 of him