
Fish in a Pita Tech N9ne (Ft. Krizz Kaliko)
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[Chorus: Krizz kaliko]
Got me fired up
Might wanna keep that tied up
Get up (get up)
And get goin' right now
Ain't feelin' right, feelin' wrong right now, hold up
Don't need her, don't need ya, won't eat ya
Fish in a pita
Alright then (alright)
I ain't trippin', I'm slidin', wait a minute
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
She pulled up in car at the crib
This was way before the Nina was a star and I lived
At my Granny's, the girl that stepped out the car she was a whammy
Tight jean shorts, no panties, and her booty was uncanny
Went to school together, how 'bout some food endeavors
I wrote it smooth in a letter
She wrote back cool, whenever
So this is the day
Hopped in the car wit' her to a kissin' display
Later for eatin' now I'm on a mission to spray, okay
Hopped in the backseat
Movin' toward her with that heat
Between her legs, the wings are spread
I'm yearnin' for that cat meat
I'm wishin' to beat her
But I got sniffin' her skeeter
Through her clothes
I quit because she had the fish in the pita, ugh
Got me fired up
Might wanna keep that tied up
Get up (get up)
And get goin' right now
Ain't feelin' right, feelin' wrong right now, hold up
Don't need her, don't need ya, won't eat ya
Fish in a pita
Alright then (alright)
I ain't trippin', I'm slidin', wait a minute
[Verse 1: Tech N9ne]
She pulled up in car at the crib
This was way before the Nina was a star and I lived
At my Granny's, the girl that stepped out the car she was a whammy
Tight jean shorts, no panties, and her booty was uncanny
Went to school together, how 'bout some food endeavors
I wrote it smooth in a letter
She wrote back cool, whenever
So this is the day
Hopped in the car wit' her to a kissin' display
Later for eatin' now I'm on a mission to spray, okay
Hopped in the backseat
Movin' toward her with that heat
Between her legs, the wings are spread
I'm yearnin' for that cat meat
I'm wishin' to beat her
But I got sniffin' her skeeter
Through her clothes
I quit because she had the fish in the pita, ugh
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