This What I Call Her

Aye, Aye Fe I saw this girl the other day

She gave me her number right you think I should call her

You betta *****

I think I should call her

You betta *****

You think I should call her

Betta *****

I should call her

Betta

When I call her I'mma be like aye

Or should I be like darling

Or should I call her beautiful somthin nice

Ya know that sweet **** or should I be like ***** like

How bout miss, miss, miss ok

Miss Butter pecan caramel southern bell

She hotter than a summer day in hell

I'm under her spell, she say her name is Chantel

She say she got a man, I can't tell

Because when we be rockin'

We get it poppin like a Amstel, like

Right up in the hotel, maybe the stairwell

She blows kisses to my handheld

She an angel her name should be An-gel ' I'm Blessed '

I kill her wit the rich man smell

She got a wet manhole and ya mans fell whoa

I slipped in her inkwell

I saw jelly fishes seashells, no further details

I love the smell of a female

And you're one hell of a female I'm tellin' ya female

Get in the CL and let it be sweet sailin'

And late night e-mailin'

Ooh she feel me, Ooh Fee Fee I think she feels me

Okay, I called her on a late night it was late right

I was on her ass like some brakelights

But I ain't stop for the redlights

We get it poppin' til the blue and red lights come knockin'

Neighbors keep trippin, we keep ******

*** revolution, baby I'm comin

Down the hallway that lead to your stomach,mami

I'mma keep pumpin till you scream Young Money

And me and you're boyfriend is not the same

I goes down like the stock exchange, and the I bring it up

'Scuse me, I drink it up,

I leave you soakin' wet from ya ankle up

Shucks, I'm too much, Fee I'm too much

I'm too much

Baby girl you could call me a slut

Yea, you could call me a slut baby

I be yo slut baby

Yea, I'm too much

Young Money mother ******

We about to rule the world

Well if not, we about to rule the girls

Alright