Mmm
Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue
But for the right one, I’ll spit it out and place her right on
The night’s young, meaning we minus the bright sun
And I’m numb like I’m inside ‘em like white on a ripe bun
Like that one, baby stacked wit’ a fat on
Action-pack wit’ a rack and a little bit of that ‘yac she’s passed on
Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I’m Vlad and I’m back
I’ll put a [bad word] in a sack and bring her back
And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion

(I’m crazy) Sick as [bad word] for the ladies
They don’t give a [bad word] that I’m manic
Even though I’m so shady
Baby girl, but don’t play me
I ain’t tryna have no babies, but baby
You braised in some slavery

Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me
I just wanna bite you and watch you drop out, Romani Kandi
That’s 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she’s
Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain checkin’ weaves

[T-Pain]

I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my [bad word] sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh

(Girls only look like [bad word] food to me)
(Girl-girls only look like [bad word] food to me)

Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby

(Girls sure look like [bad word] food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like [bad word] food to me)

Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

[Lil Wayne]

Uh, now put that [bad word] on my lip and dip
Yeah, let’s make a movie, I’ma flip the script
Yeah, I wax that [bad word] like Q-Tip
Yeah, float in that [bad word] like a [bad word] ship
Uh, ’cause I’m a nasty motherf-cker
Yeah, I eat that p-ssy like the last supper
Yeah, I beat that p-ssy like brass knuckles
Heh, she call me daddy and she scream “Uncle”
Open up and spread, I’m pullin’ her hair, she pullin’ my dreads
I’m breakin’ her off, we breakin’ the bed
F-ck her like a dog, she shakin’ her leg
I’m killin’ it soft, I’m makin’ it red
I’m makin’ her talk, I’m makin’ her beg
I’m makin’ her crawl, I’m makin’ [bad word] I’m makin’ it numb, I’m makin’ it [bad word]  I am
Young Weezy F. Baby
She wish she could make a copy of my [bad word] and save it
(Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don’t waste it
I got that [bad word] food, [bad word] taste it
Tunechi!

[T-Pain]
I know what you sayin’
But you know I ain’t playin’
Tryna get my [bad word] sucked through my jeans
And oh-oh

(Girls sure look like [bad word] food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like [bad word] food to me)

Spin that booty ’round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it, baby
Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the baby

(Girls sure look like [bad word] food to me)
(Girl-girls sure look like [bad word] food to me)

Oh-oh-oh-oh

[Tech N9ne]

When I get my mittens on this kitten
She’ll be bitten, then she missin’
‘Cause she [bad word] up and let the Tech in
Canceled all of her ex men
If you think you got it, [bad word]  say it witcha chest, then
I’m gon’ be your  friend, rippin’ off her dress, then
Nibblin’ on her neck and I’m makin’ her wet wit’ no question
Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism
Got way mo’ cash to give ‘em, but they don’t ask, just twist ‘em
I don’t have to give ‘em stacks for me to mash within ‘em
I’m they master, hit ‘em with a lash and a [bad word] fast to stick ‘em
And I like ‘em all colors, multi-mack can make ‘em all love us
And make ‘em do all of us, and we don’t be trippin’ on it ’cause we all brothers
Y’all slippers, as I be trippin’ over broads, [bad word] it
The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
The [bad word] ll wanna let her jaws touch us, [bad word] Anybody outside don’t get much news from me
‘Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who’s the G?) [bad word]  you agree, this is stuff dude for fee
But the girls sho’ look like [bad word] food to me, ay

I don’t know what you feel
I don’t