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She say I think with my dick and she probably right

And it’s Friday night

And he gon' do whatever when he feeling good

But girl I promise you that me and him are not alike

I swear he 'bout to be the death of me, I can’t fight it

And he gon' do whatever when he feel like it

I tried to teach him 'bout relationships and he don’t like it

And he gon' go inside whoever when he feel invited

I had a conversation with him from the get go

He said «Nigga calm down let me finish, yo

Don’t understand why you acting like a bitch, though

Ain’t nothing wrong with a little bit of sex, hoe

You ain’t gotta stress yo», my nigga, listen, you a part of me

You get me in trouble then you fall asleep

And all it takes is some liquor and some R&B

But you gon' fuck around and turn me into Charlie Sheen

Look nigga, I’ve been getting teased while the guys get played

Sweating in your jeans all goddamn day

Tryna feel a little breeze you can get a little wet

Go swimming 'til she screams, make her feel it in her chest

Love a bitch that’ll suck me and swallow your kids up

Kiss me on my eyes while she tyin' her hair up

Then give a massage as I lay it down

Shit I could do this all night, I don’t play around

My nigga, you don’t ever take your time so it never lasts

You sabotage every chick I ever had

When you see another chick you say goddamn

The blood rushin' to your head and then you dive in

And you willin' to say whatever just to get some

You better hope that I don’t ever fuckin' catch none

Cause you a dirty motherfucker you should listen to me

Or I’ma have to cut you off, literally

I’ve been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain’t got control

I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own

I’ve been thinkin with my dick but I’m tired of these hoes

And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore

I’ve been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain’t got control

I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own

I’ve been thinkin' with my dick but I’m tired of these hoes

And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore

She say I think with my dick and she probably right

Yeah it’s Friday night

And he gon' do whatever when he feeling good

But girl I promise you that me and him are not alike

He sayin' «Hi, hello» and got a thing for Adele

He got a mind of his own, he really think for himself

It’s hard to keep him happy, he a heavy hitter

When bitches call him daddy then his head get bigger

I had a conversation with him, had to set him straight

He said «Nigga calm down, homie listen, J

Ain’t nothin' wrong with some pussy and a little brains

Besides I don’t really know if this is just a phase

And I don’t mean to be rude or to hate though

But I get bored when I’m in and out the same hoe

The same pussy every night I’mma lay low

And I could care less if she keep her fuckin legs closed

I love a bitch that’ll suck me and swallow your kids up

Kiss me on my eyes while she tyin' her hair up

Then give a massage as I lay it down

And as soon as I’m done with her, I’ma make my rounds

And you don’t ever take your time so it never lasts

Plus you sabotaged every bitch I ever had

And you ain’t even being safe, you fuck it you lazy

And as soon as you fuck up, then I’m stuck with a baby

And I hope that you know you givin' me a bad reputation

All because you don’t know how to relax and be patient

Now these bitches trippin' they gettin' mad at me blatant

They call me a bunch of names, that’s some bad defamation

And today I’m gettin' checked at the fuckin' clinic

And if I got somethin' then I know who fuckin' did it

Cause ever since the other day, I kinda feel a little burn when I’m pissin'

And if I got somethin' I hope my girl don’t get it, hold up

Uh, yeah

This message is for Mr. Lucas, Dr. Kipling’s office calling

Uh, your lab results came in today

And, uh, quite a few positives on there

So please give the office a call back as soon as you can

Thank you

Oh my God, you gotta be fucking kidding me!

C’mere you dirty little muh’fucker, should’ve listened to me

What did I do?!

Now I’ma cut your ass off («wait, what did I do?!»)

Literally («Stop! Joyner stop it!»)

Get the fuck over here! C’mere! Get the fuck!

«I'm sorry! No, noooo!!»

I’ve been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain’t got control

I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own

I’ve been thinkin with my dick but I’m tired of these hoes

And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore

I’ve been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain’t got control

I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own

I’ve been thinkin' with my dick but I’m tired of these hoes

And this is my confession, I can’t lie anymore

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