I have something, I have to make your belly hurt, you like a milky drink
I know you have a boyfriend, but he's at niche
Yo, give me your number now
I want a link, or jump in the jeep, or the wind or them things
By time she quints, in the pussy cocky prints
You want to know if I qualify?
Let me give you a hint, when I walk a shanty from Murder Inc
She say it hot like when sunshine pan a tin sheet of zinc
She tell me she Britney, Christina, Trina and Pink
Say me must mix rum and Pepsi with tequila and drink
If you're in a relationship and it a sink
Fanny Tassin, con-con-til-ca-li-ca