LaQuinta (feat. Prince North)

She wanna f*ck me for commas I got them racks in abundance I got the 40 I shoot it My nigga we gone make a movie From the future I'm so groovy You niggas just stay in the past Off the lean acting stupid And I stay smoking that gas She wanna f*ck me for commas I got them racks in abundance I got the 40 I shoot it My nigga we gone make a movie From the future I'm so groovy You niggas just stay in the past Off the lean acting stupid And I stay smoking that gas I only f*ck if it's for commas Left my ole nigga in Honda My head so presidential I nickname his dick Obama I only f*ck with Presidents Pussy so good, swear it's heaven sent It taste like honey in peppermint Got a sore throat gone and take a sip Bitch I'm Bougie, Kooky, Groovy Like an Austin Powers movie I ain't fucking with no groupie Less she got fat booty And some little pretty boobies I might let her bring her roomie Take a shower before they do me Bitch I don't like sour coochie Sour apple colored hoopty Red bottoms look like some Ruby's And my nigga keep a tooly He's the Shaggy to my Scooby Blowing out the mystery van So much smoke, can't see my hand Flew this Kush in from Afghan And My plug a Taliban You might want to grab your man When I finish with my plan Hope you ho's understand It's a wrap bitch, Saran I'm that rap bitch, THAT bitch You gone make me snap bitch Make me grab gat Quick Lay yo ass out, Splat Bitch She wanna f*ck me for commas I got them racks in abundance I got the 40 I shoot it My nigga we gone make a movie From the future I'm so groovy You niggas just stay in the past Off the lean acting stupid And I stay smoking that gas She wanna f*ck me for commas I got them racks in abundance I got the 40 I shoot it My nigga we gone make a movie From the future I'm so groovy You niggas just stay in the past Off the lean acting stupid And I stay smoking that gas Racks in abundance I only f*ck bosses I never f*ck runners Call me Ms. Ross Or Dirty Diana Run out with yo hands up I'm sticking up niggas Tryna get my bands up Might ride on his face And pull out the handcuffs He stuck to the bed And can't pull his pants up Might pull out the camera And make us a movie Like Debbie does Dallas Intolerable Cruelty I'll hold you down As long as you do me Just f*ck be on Mondays But never on Tuesday's And twice on Sunday's But never on Tuesday's Cause Tuesdays for tacos And all of my Vatos Who trying to get guapo With Dallas Blanco These bitches want cheddar I just want the beef cake These bitches should ketchup And order the steak I'm snatching this bread right off yo plate