This What I Call Her

(álbum: Dedication 2: Gangsta Grillz - 2006)

Aye, aye Fe I saw this girl the other day she gave me her number right you think I should call her
You better nigga
I think I should call her
You better nigga
You think I should call her
Better nigga
I should call her
Better
When I call her I'mma be like aye or should I be like darling or should I call her beautiful something nice you know that sweet shit or should I be like bitch like... how bout miss, miss, miss OK

Miss Butter pecan caramel southern bell
She hotter than a summer day in hell
I'm under her spell, she say her name is Chantel
She say she got a man, I can't tell
Because when we be rocking
We get it popping like a Amstel, like
Right up in the hotel, maybe the stairwell
She blows kisses to my handheld
She an angel her name should be Angel 'I'm Blessed'
I kill her with the rich-man smell
She got a wet manhole and your man's fell whoa
I slipped in her inkwell
I saw jelly fishes seashells, no further details
I love the smell of a female
And you're one hell of a female I'm telling you female
Get in the CL and let it be sweet sailing and late night e-mailing
Ooh she feel me, ooh Fee Fee I think she feels me

OK, I called her on a late night it was late right
I was on her ass like some brake lights
But I ain't stop for the red lights
We get it popping 'til the blue and red lights come knocking
Neighbors keep tripping, we keep fucking
Sex revolution, baby I'm coming
Down the hallway that lead to your stomach, mami
I'mma keep pumping 'til you scream Young Money
And me and your boyfriend is not the same
I goes down like the stock exchange, and then I bring it up
'Scuse me, I drink it up, I leave you soaking wet from your ankle up
Shucks, I'm too much, Fee I'm too much

I'm too much
Baby girl you could call me a slut
Yeah, you could call me a slut baby
I be your slut baby
Yeah, I'm too much
Young Money motherfucker
We're about to rule the world
Well if not, we're about to rule the girls
Alright