Wide Open

(альбом: Truth Be Told - 2012)

[Verse 1 Oktane:]
This here's for my ladies in their whips
Something shiny on their lips
Fine linen and they got expensive denim on they hips
With their weave real tight and their stance real good
And talk like the suburbs but live in the hood
Probably drive something clean and act real mean
And don't let too many weird niggas get all in-between
They all about they money, never getting lazy
Two letters, two words nigga F.U, pay me
Boy I'm in these streets all over these beats
Got your girl knee caps next to my feet
Cause she like hot and I'm hot too
She don't mess with lame nigga's and that's why she dropped you
She buy her own drinks and I'm buying the bottles
Face fine as wine and she swear she ain't a model
And I like that, I love it she always let me grab it
And she know I love a girl that know when to get ratchet

[Hook:]
Now hit the ground (hit the ground)
Pop your butt (pop your butt)
Drop it down (drop it down)
Pick it up (pick it up)
Now arch your back (arch your back)
For a stack (for a stack)
Turn around (turn around)
And make it clap

Now buss it wide open, open, open, open, open, open, open
Now buss it wide open, open, open, open, open, open, open

[Verse 2 Price Tag:]
One time, one time
They call me pin it down price
I'm putting hickeys where your chest go
If you with the business time to get it baby, let's go
Send the ratchets home, to 380 where the rest go
When I get to thrashing then I'm passing it to Esso
Put me to the test though beat it something gruesome
Me verse you you could call it a two-some
If your man hating tell that nigga come and do something
He can cross the line but look it better not be the deuce one
Come come get it I'm a make you wanna beg
I'm beat it I'm a beat it, Mayweather in the legs, yeah
I ate Natalie and Ashley, ass be crafty then BOW boys nasty
And I ain't even tryna be rude, but I don't touch it if it smell like sea food
I know you feel it bitch it PT the realest
And you better call the cops cause a nigga finna kill it

[Hook:]
Now hit the ground (hit the ground)
Pop your butt (pop your butt)
Drop it down (drop it down)
Pick it up (pick it up)
Now arch your back (arch your back)
For a stack (for a stack)
Turn around (turn around)
And make it clap

Now buss it wide open, open, open, open, open, open, open
Now buss it wide open, open, open, open, open, open, open

[Verse 3 T. Mills:]
It's Milly Man, I'm buzzing in the streets though
You on my show cause that's where all the freaks go
I always hit it, Larry Bird at the free throw
So all these bitches say I got a big ego
I'm sparing hoes, Brittney
Fucked a bitch in Houston so I saw a pic to Whitney
We were taking drugs, I think her name was Lindsay
She just wanna F so I brought her ass some Fendi
I play it like some keys
I double up on women, they double up on D's
I'm a fuck your Aunty then I'm a fuck your niece
Hands behind her back like I was the police
Make her bust it open let me see that ass go
She real fine reminded me of my last ho
And my brodies told me she was a bad woa
But I ain't know that a girl could drop it that low

[Hook:]
Now hit the ground (hit the ground)
Pop your butt (pop your butt)
Drop it down (drop it down)
Pick it up (pick it up)
Now arch your back (arch your back)
For a stack (for a stack)
Turn around (turn around)
And make it clap

Now buss it wide open, open, open, open, open, open, open
Now buss it wide open, open, open, open, open, open, open