Wild Thoughts (Freestyle)

Yeah, uh
Wet dreams of me busting out my jeans
He's seen a couple pics, now he want me on the team
And I could give it to him like a fucking movie scene
If he get down on his knees, I might let him play the league, uh
The creole mami, the H-Town hottie
Young Tina Snow, but you can call me the Stalli
Put a line through these bitches
I'm killing, I keep a tally
Do my damn thing, then walk up on 'em like Sally
'Cause none of these bitches is working like Megan, nata
I'm rapping circles around these bitches like the muchata
And bitches hollering 'bout they the realest
I'm like nuh-uh
I walk up on 'em, like bitch whassup
Now they no habla
'Cause I'm fucking hot, and these bitches ain't
I keep my nose up like these bitches stank
I'm making all the moves that these bitches can't
And yo' man is a trick, bitch, he is the bank
Panties edible for when he eat the cake
He waiting outside when I pull up late
I do it in my videos, just how he picture me
Bet your boyfriend thinking I'm the bomb diggity
Listening to me freestyles, wishing he could get to me
Bitch, I am colder than a mothafucking wildebeest
I put it on your mouth and make it drip down on your chest piece
Only way I do could make it this sexy