U and Dat (Featuring T. Pain & Kandi Girl) - E-40

Ooh You want this kitty don't you? You know she wants you too But you gotta do one thing first I need you to kiss it See me, all I wanna do is get in your draws Hit it from the back, while ya ass hit pause Mr. Funkadelic off deep in ya jaws I love the way you lick it up on the sidewalls Open up wide, let me slide on in Drinkin' on this gin make a nigga wanna sin The orgy begins, now she lickin on the tip Might as well be a tip drill, the way ya tongue flippin You need to get a girl and stop bullshittin' Spur tongue girl like a snow white kittin, listen! Get up on the bed and give me head While I sit back and watch you go fed You got me on hard, wit my toes on curl Fuck faces from the otha side of the world Skeet skeet skeet in ya mouth it's like that While your ass tooted up and I eat it from the back Baby Eat It Up, Eat It Up, Eat It Up, Eat It Up If I gotta give you what you like First you gotta give me what I like Then Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up If you rub this cat just right Then I'll give it to you good all night BEAT IT UP! Yeah! Its goin down tonight, Crunk Juice got me feelin right! I'ma do 68's, I owe ya one, no 69's When she up top, ridin it fast, it's only right that I grab that ass Then pull her hair, when I turn her ova, and hit it from the back Ain't nuttin like getting wit a big chula to give dome (yeah!) And afta that, I ain't in that group, but you know I'm gon' bone EAT IT UP! Not yet, matter of fact I gotta lesbian for that What chu know bout the bedroom crunk too Girls knockin at my door bout three somethin' This how its goin down, I'ma hit all night Ain't nothin' to talk about, plus if I head right Sike! We ain't gotta talk about that See it's four in the morning, let me hit it from the back I'ma smack it, shack it, bulldog attack it Have fun, what you do, just like practice You gotta give it to me how I like it, I'm straight You want me to do what? Look shortie I just ate Wait! How many inches can you take? Tastes like candy, doors closed, can ya stay Say, how ya need it and I'ma beat it When I'm pullin' on ya hair, got me really wanna skeet it Getting heated, up here, cause that ass so hot, in here Where ya goin? Quit runnin, come here You love the things that I do? Same here (Ayeeee!) I know you really wanna hit it first But I need you to kiss it first Baby it's mo' betta When you get it mo' wetta Don't try to run away Take all of me (I won't run) I just love the look in your eyes When you swallow me You need to lick lick licky On my kitty kitty kitty Get a close look Don't my cat look pretty? Tastes like candy and It feels real sticky Follow my rules if you wanna get wit me Okay, now you're my freak No missionary ways I'll beat that pussy up and Cum in your face

Boo, boo Ooh, ooh (Oh DJ Montay) She always ride with the top down Even when it's cold outside (even when it's cold outside) Ooh, she got the keys to the boutiques (no) She don't do nine-to-five Hundred thousand viewers on her IG live (oh) Huh (huh), she do it (do it) Make a toast to it You ain't never heard of that and the Birkin bag stupid You ain't never heard her brag or say that she goin' through it I just wanna tap it, tap it, boop, boop it one time Ooh (ooh), just give me one night, I can make her mine 'Cause I know she done camе a long way She don't want drinks no more If you ain't bringin' no dough to the tablе Ooh, ooh, you know that your bank account big Come back on a weekend, you ain't able Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, she gon' be like "I got it," pull a thousand dollars out her side pocket Ooh, that lil' bit of drank you tried to buy, stop it Bottles on me, the cork look like a skyrocket, pop it Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don't want the drink, she want the rent paid Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don't pay for nothin', she just get paid Ah, ah, ah-ha, I like that She don't even need me to try Ooh, ooh-ooh, she pull up in the 'Rari with the roof up Ooh, ooh-ooh, I'm just buying drank She doin' too much, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh (ooh yeah) I like that, she don't even need me to buy her nothin' Drank She got money in the bank What you think 'bout that? She know she fly, she stuntin' (ooh) She gon' buss it (ooh) What you think 'bout that? Every band I'm throwin' on stage, I got in my name, all that And I ain't throwin' 20's or 10's I'm out here paying rent and all that And I-I-I could get the Dom but I'ma get the Ace (A-Ace) Just to run it up and see everybody face (fa-face) When they bring the check so I can sign my name I might have to face all that Now tell the valet bring my foreign to front, yeah, yeah I'm gettin' in solo, I got it solo Let the cameras hit my diamonds cuts, yeah, yeah I got them rocks solo, I got it solo It's real bossed up, fly shit I ain't the passenger, I'm the pilot You could hop in but you ain't drivin' And all I need is somebody to ride with 'Cause I'm a go getta, oh-oh (I'ma go, say I'ma go) Type of girl that got you 'cause I want you, not 'cause I need you No, I don't need you Boo, boo Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don't want the drink, she want the rent paid Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don't pay for nothin', she just get paid Ah, ah, ah-ha, I like that She don't even need me to try Ooh, ooh-ooh, she pull up in the 'Rari with the roof up Ooh, ooh-ooh, I'm just buying drank She doin' too much, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh (ooh yeah) I like that, she don't even need me to buy her nothin' Drank She got money in the bank What you think 'bout that? She know she fly, she stuntin' (ooh) She gon' buss it (ooh) What you think 'bout that? She don't want drinks no more If you ain't bringin' no dough to the tablе Ooh, ooh, you know that your bank account big Come back on a weekend, you ain't able Ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, she gon' be like "I got it," pull a thousand dollars out her side pocket Ooh, that lil' bit of drank you tried to buy, stop it Bottles on me, the cork look like a skyrocket, pop it Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don't want the drink, she want the rent paid Ooh, ooh-ooh, she don't pay for nothin', she just get paid Ah, ah, ah-ha, I like that She don't even need me to try Ooh, ooh-ooh, she pull up in the 'Rari with the roof up Ooh, ooh-ooh, I'm just buying drank She doin' too much, oh-oh, oh-oh, oh (ooh yeah) I like that, she don't even need me to buy her nothin' Drank She got money in the bank What you think 'bout that? She know she fly, she stuntin' (ooh) She gon' buss it (ooh) What you think 'bout that?

Yeah, yeah I'm only down, I'm only down for you Yeah, yeah I'm only down, I'm only down for you, oh Oh, yeah Oh, yeah-yeah-yeah Don't make a sound, don't make a sound, girl Yeah, I'm only down, I'm only down for you Tell 'em be quiet, don't make a sound for you, uh Roll out the red carpet on the ground for you G5, blowin' that loud up in the clouds with you (yeah, yeah) Them other girls, they look like clowns 'round you (yeah, yeah) And no other girl can take that crown from you, oh (yeah, yeah) And you give good head, make daddy real proud of you (yeah, yeah) It's true I'm only down, I'm only down I'm only down, I'm only down And all those other girls that you think I'm creepin' 'round with, I ain't, girl I'm only down for you I'm only down for you, what your friends say just ain't true I'm only down, only down for you No Kendrick, but Peter Piper picked a pack of peppers We were supposed to be forever ever That turned into worst endeavor ever I was in the guest room stressin' 'bout whatever Pop pills like Skittles back then You wasn't even real with me back then I done changed now, I done changed now I'm only down, I'm only down (I'm only down for you) I'm only down, I'm only down (I'm only down for you) Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah (yeah) Lookin' like I stepped out a coffin (coffin) White boys call a nigga awesome (awesome) You know I do this shit mega often (often) Hatin' ass bitches, I get 'em off, yeah Buttercream, buttercream, got you saucin' (saucin') Grill on your teeth, got you flossin' (flossin') Winnin' team, winnin' team, no losses (losses) And we don't give a damn what it's costin' I'ma lay it down like a nigga got a verse on it (verse on it) Dead ass, I'ma put the hearse on it (hearse on it) Communication, I know that I gotta work on it (work on it) But you're killing me baby, I need a nurse on it (oh) Supreme LV's on your purse and your clothes (clothes) Tell them other bitches that the first gotta go (go) Niggas all done put the curve on 'em (curve on 'em) Tellin' you say pin the Wraith, we'll swerve on 'em, oh You ain't gotta stress baby, oh Them hoes make a mess, baby We whippin' in the Tesla four door And baby, trust me when I tell ya I ain't worried 'bout it And all those other girls that you think I'm creepin' 'round with, I ain't girl I'm only down I'm only down for you, what your friends say just ain't true Girl, I'm only down I'm only down, I'm only down (I'm only down for you) For you, for you I'm only down, I'm only down Girl, can we talk? She said, "Nah" Tired of all this talk And all those other girls that you think I'm creepin' 'round with, I ain't girl I'm only down for you, yeah