Jordan VIII

This bitch told me I need my teeth fixed

I said, "Nah ho, that's perfect for licking clits"

And when I said that shit that ho got wet

Like a bitch in a jacuzzi on the deck of a cruise ship

On her honey moon, looking at a full moon

Getting serenaded, sipping on champagne to set the mood

I ain't Mr. Future Husband, Mr. Future Fuck Your Cousin

Sister, Auntie and your best friend, thought she was a lesbian

Until she sucked mine, I don't care how fine

First date, tell a ho we going to 69

In your baby momma crib, smoking on some power puff

Snaggle tooth nigga, talking like Snagglepuss

In there bumping reggae, turning up the Snagga Puss

Got more kids than the arms on a "Seal"

I just get the dome, we alone, be like not the puss

She just take the bone, slurp and spit and say "I'm out this bitch"

I could never do it, the type to go and love the bitch

In the line, at the movies, holding hands, hug the bitch

I could never hate, chronic to the face

Me and my nigga got some straps like some Jordan 8's

Smoking by the wake

You Annie on the 8th

Ain't talking about coke, leave a nigga child broke

You kill for car notes, autos on the porch

Ain't talking PC's when we say Tech Support

Make it run through windows, blowing on some Indo

Corn dog size spliff, hit like Kimbo

The only time reggie on the mix, when you go to the corner say "Lemme get a Nick"

Now that's some pothead on some crack head shit