[Intro: Robb Bank$ & Quadie Diesel]
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Chyeah)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (I'm working on dying) (Swear)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin'
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Pew pew, pew, pew pew, pew) (Yuh, Yuh)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Rah, rah, rah rah rah rah, rah) (Yeah)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Femto, you know what it is)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Fuckin' em up, yeah, okay) (Bwah)
[Chorus: Robb Bank$ & Quadie Diesel]
Sir Femto bout to bust your ass (Yeah)
Fettuccine bout to bust your ass (Yeah)
Sir Femto bout to bust your ass (Yeah) (Bwah)
Fettuccine bout to bust your ass (Yeah) (Bwah)
Sir Femto bout to bust your ass (Yeah) (Bwah)
Fettuccine bout to bust your ass (Brrrrr)
Sir Femto bout to bust your ass
Fettuccine bout to bust your ass (Woo-what? Get it)
[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Pussy hoe talkin' bout: "blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah." What is you telling me? (Huh?)
We walk in that bitch with the sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-sa (Brrrrr)
Sawed off, in Texas, like Leatherface (Bwah, bwah)
My main bitch went through my ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca (Brrrrr)
Call log, and got very, very angry (Huh?)
I'm big, big, big evil, and you niggas mini-mes
My double cup spiked up with several amenities (Bleh)
556 fly, tearing up your insides
Ha-ha-ha-ha, pack like a big dog
This ain't a family matter, this ain't a sitcom
Huh? Quadie, won't you tell it to em?
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Chyeah)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Oogie Mane, he killed it)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (I'm working on dying) (Swear)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin'
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Pew pew, pew, pew pew, pew) (Yuh, Yuh)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Rah, rah, rah rah rah rah, rah) (Yeah)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Femto, you know what it is)
Girl, you so bad, you need a spankin' (Fuckin' em up, yeah, okay) (Bwah)
[Chorus: Robb Bank$ & Quadie Diesel]
Sir Femto bout to bust your ass (Yeah)
Fettuccine bout to bust your ass (Yeah)
Sir Femto bout to bust your ass (Yeah) (Bwah)
Fettuccine bout to bust your ass (Yeah) (Bwah)
Sir Femto bout to bust your ass (Yeah) (Bwah)
Fettuccine bout to bust your ass (Brrrrr)
Sir Femto bout to bust your ass
Fettuccine bout to bust your ass (Woo-what? Get it)
[Verse 1: Robb Bank$]
Pussy hoe talkin' bout: "blah blah blah, blah blah blah
Blah blah blah, blah blah blah." What is you telling me? (Huh?)
We walk in that bitch with the sa-sa-sa-sa-sa-sa (Brrrrr)
Sawed off, in Texas, like Leatherface (Bwah, bwah)
My main bitch went through my ca-ca-ca-ca-ca-ca (Brrrrr)
Call log, and got very, very angry (Huh?)
I'm big, big, big evil, and you niggas mini-mes
My double cup spiked up with several amenities (Bleh)
556 fly, tearing up your insides
Ha-ha-ha-ha, pack like a big dog
This ain't a family matter, this ain't a sitcom
Huh? Quadie, won't you tell it to em?
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