Marry the Shooter.

Roll up a blunt, I can tell you need somethin'

The way you jump when I touch, I can tell you need someone

Somebody been touching you

Nobody been lovin' you

Nobody been fucking you

You playin' tough, you the tussle too

You like it rough, you like to rumble too

If I'm one, what about number two?

She like the song, fuck her for a song or two

I go dumb, I go dumber too

Wet my thumb, I'll take your tongue for you

Strut your stuff, I won't take none from you

She need it thug, she need lovin' too

She need love

She need lovin' too

She need lovin' too

She need a thug or two

She need lovin' too

Of you

Put that T like a Colgate

Keep me alive like a probate

She interested in me like my OK

Safe to say, she my soulmate

Set up eleven, a seven, a two place

I wa'nt  doin' her no way

Fuck you from seven to seven, there's no way we didn't do this on both dates

Lick on your leg and your belly and your face

Tryna see if it's okay

Why didn't you tell me that you had a roommate

We can do this shit your way

I'm talkin' 'bout sherpin' stupid

Talkin' 'bout squirt, squirt, squirt

We gon get cold tryna put on them move, girl

Mighta woulda shoulda moved that

Turned out so well on a Tuesday

Everyone starin' at your booty

I'm true gon' marry the shooter

Girl, we just makin' movies

Bitch I'm the don, a Tudor

This ain't no Frankie music

I'm through, gonna marry the shooter

You might be thankin' stupid

You might be thankin' stupid

You might be thankin' stupid