[Intro: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Ayy, come here, it's over here
Go in that door
Nah, that door right there
That one, yeah
Go inside that door
I'll be in there in a minute
Just gotta lock up

[Verse 1: Brotha Lynch Hung]
Took her to the studio and fucked her from the back (Yeah)
Nine in the bootyhole, all you hear is brrat
All on her face, put the rest on her back
Then I started doin' vocals and they came out like that (Like that)
Bitch, you blew it if your stomach gettin' fat
'Cause a nigga don't play that, get a nigga for his scratch (Yeah)
How that shit sound? Treat mе like Chris Brown
Then try to delеte me while you talkin' that shit now?
Used to be completely open, now you got chips, wow (Wow)
Attitude changin' 'cause you live in L.A.? (Shit)
How the fuck you figure you could play where I stay?
You ain't Kobe, you ain't play how I play
I put it right in the anal when I watch the volcano
A fat little burger with a little bit of mayo (Yeah)
Now I'm 'bout to get the four-fifth
And you get out the cam, we about to record this
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