Woody Inayah

[Intro]
Mr. Hanky
Oh, no, yeah
No, no, yeah
Triangle Park
We outside

[Chorus]
Homie been waitin' all night for this shit
Hopin' for the pussy like it's on his Christmas list
If you want it bad enough, blow me out and make a wish
I be knockin' niggas down like strikes in this bitch
I ain't even ask, they just came to me
Swerve on a nigga if he lame to me
Flag on the play if he spittin' game to me
Left him with a woody, now he put the blame on me

[Verse 1]
Oh, I won't lie
Not easily impressed, so just don't try
That's not my steelo, don't ask why
Nigga want the guts same way Clyde want them whites on your pies
Then zoomed in on them bitch thighs
I'd rather you be honest, wanna see it in your eyes
I like my wood long, make that bitch supersize
And you better hit right if I squeeze you in my time
This a prize, motherfucker