Lyrics
The World's Freshest you bitch Cha Uh yeah Gangsta Gibbs baby You know I wanna do it You know I wanna do it You know I wanna do it, bitch Uh yeah I wanna buss it open in the mornin' Like presents on Christmas day Dick was all she wanted Ain't nothing like them freaky bitches from California That coochie juicy Thumbin' that booty when I'm bonin' Peep that from the back that show you How sexy the lot can share Freaky ho from Valley though she know that it's a rap for that Matter fact, some fool bought a ring for spent some racks and Fresh new pack of Magnums, keep them ratchets out my habitat It's obvious the shit I wanna do to you I'm chillin with the quick so bring some bitches shorty So go and get to it don't ask permission And I think I'm feelin' you friend so let's pull a switcheroo Fucking you since 1 or 2 Out the door by 3 or 4 Who I share the dick with, shut yo lip with That's fo' me to know I need it though Some green to blow Bitch go fuck yo check off When its finshed know u fuckin' with a gangsta Bitch I wanna do it, you know I wanna do it, bitch Yeah, I wanna fuck her in the afternoon My bitch babysit, we fuck in the family room Girl, I'm in the mood, so take that lil' fool to school It's polo draws on my balls, I don't fuck with you tonight Livin' that Versace life, so cold if you rock it bright Jump in on them honkeys, bitch, you monkey you went shoppin' right 4Gs on my car so tight, sippin' purple barred with ice Jump clean on them honkies, bitch, you monkey, I'm a star tonight So make yo wish bitch, I'm straight legit, bitch Whip up 3.5 to 36, now that big bitch Now make a wish bitch, I'm straight legit bitch Whip up 3.5 to 36, now that's big bitch, Gibbs I wanna do it, you know I wanna do it, bitch So if you see me with tricks, you know I just hit a juk You wanna shine with a nigga, I think you definitely should 'Cause when I step on the set, I fuck yo rep in the hood But I got a rep in Tibet, I pull the Tech on a monk A real asshole, bad boy, I don't play sports The type of guy make your thighs get a divorce That's right, anytime of the day you down for the ride I'm findin' a way, rain, sleet, hail, snow, no job in the way Look, homie, I stay hustlin' and toll takin' These bitch niggas, I can't fail them I can't imagine that type of life you livin' Ain't no champagne where you sittin' Ain't a damn thing on yo body fittin' You watchin' Twilight, nigga But all the thotties that you ain't gettin' I don't give a fuck They shadow clones They wanna be us Bussing my cut Being the blood and guts You gotta bless the bottle It seems the holy kingdom that we read in bibles Is closer than we really know Just let me remind you I wanna do it, you know I wanna do it, bitch