Too Turnt Jim Jones, Taylor Ricard & Dilla illa

[Intro: Jim Jones]
Uh, yeah (The E brought the silness)
Said she wanna know what Neeke need (Type shit)
Picture that
(You are now listening to ThaTrinity)
Woo

[Chorus: Taylor Richard]
Too turnt, molly on the table in the backroom (Woo, woo)
Cool points, she gon' let me fuck her in the bathroom (Yeah)
Pool in, we vacay Miami out in spring time
Bad bitch, she gon' get me her 'cause it's me time (Woo)
I be doin' dirt in my free time (Woo)
It's always over money 'cause I need mine (Woo)
Got her legs spread like a peace sign (Stand up)
Stop actin' like you never gave head in the Nissan (Uh, woo)

[Verse 1: Jim Jones]
Uh, I don't with thotties 'cause I got a baddie (Woo, she Cuban)
She don't do the Perc's, she rather pop the Addy (She neeke)
She told me pull up on her, I told her, "Drop the addy" (Nasty)
I had the pussy bustin' like she shot the ratty (Woo, grrt)
I be down in Miami, I got cribs there (Down where?)
Catch me up in Fountain Blue just like I live there (We live there)
We frontal, niggas'll put somethin' in your wig hair (Frrt)
If I want to, I tell 'em u-turn while we in mid air (Ah)
Jet talk, leavin' out the cabin mean we disembarkin' (Step up)
Type shit, fuck about no threats, I'll have this pistol barkin' (Fuck that shit)
Fly shit, I be smokin' blunts while the whip is parkin' (Uh)
Too turnt, it's 'bout three AM and we just gettin' started