Hey Baby Mikill Pane (Ft. Fem Fel & P Money)

[Intro: Mikill Pane]
Ladies and gentlewomen
Join P Money, Fem Fel and I on some ignorant shit

[Verse 1: Mikill Pane]
Listen, as far as women go
Wouldn't exactly say gigolo
Wouldn't even dream of saying all chicks is hoes
I've got four sisters, bro
Listen though, and I'm not boasting
But I relieve pain like Ibuprofen
Nightly doses are highly wholesome
Skeptics doubt but your wifey knows it
So you keep thinking "Mike's a poet
With no love-making skils"
I've had no complaints about the size of my boat
And I go like a navy seal
Some of them are like "hey baby" expecting gifts
But they don't even get two pence from this
They try to get argumentative
But they kick back when they get sent on spliffs
I never try wife em and stay with them
Get all up in the heart like Capleton
On the contrary, I'm tryna make em scream
And have my name on their lips like Maybelline
That love shit's make-belief, wait and see
I'll back five shots of rum
After that, the only three words coming from my mouth
Will be "I'm gonna cum"
I'm onto bums, breast and thighs but face isn't important
Mums and dads, keep me away from your daughters
Sorry for that joke as it may seem awkward
But I drop my pants and make em lean forward
All sermon, all fours, I'm all for
A foursome to force my boredom away
Then they all splurt before dawn when their boyfriends call em
But when they're horny, they say