BunnaB & YKNIECE - Innit

[Intro]Yo, YKYeah, Bunna, talk to these mothafuckin' peopleWhat the fuck goin' on?They been asking for this shit, we gotta give it to 'emThey've been waitin' on this shit, let's ride, Big Bunna![Chorus]I'm talmbout innitAnd if he want the cat, he got to spend itHe claimed he smacked this shit, no, he didn't (No, you didn't)Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the fuck?)Droppin' salt, why you fuckin' up my image?Can't let him hit it 'cause he tryna tell the businessWon't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss himCan-can-can't let him hit 'cause he tryna tell the businessWon't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (At all)[Verse 1]They know this pussy like a faucet (I'm talmbout faucet)I throw this wham all on his body (Ooh)He eat this shit, I'm talmbout sloppy (I'm talmbout sloppy)This **** beggin' me to stop it (Why he beg?)I like to ride it, I'm talmbout rodeo (Ride, I'm talmbout)That's my shit, and I'm his ho (Huh)He mine, I'm his, he nutted, couldn't last in itIt's wet, got grip, feel good, come slide in[PreChorus]Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that whamShake it, shake it, shake it aroundYou better throw it in a circleNut in it, boy, you know this pussy fertile (This shit so fertile)[Chorus]I'm talmbout innitAnd if he want the cat, he got to spend itHe claimed he smacked this shit, no he didn't (No, you didn't)Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the fuck?)Droppin' salt, why you fuckin' up my image?Can't let him hit it 'cause he tryna tell the businessWon't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss himCan-can-can't let him hit 'cause he tryna tell the businessWon't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him (At all)[Verse 2]He say I'm pretty, if you love me, better die for this pityItty bitty titty committee, ain't got chest, but throwin' ass in the cityBig booty, peanut butter thicky, chocolate like a candy bar and this shit so sticky (I'm talmbout sticky)He like it, and he want to wipe it, how many times I gotta say it's like a faucet? (I'm talmbout water)[PreChorus]Throw it, throw it, throw it, throw that whamShake it, shake it, shake it aroundYou better throw it in a circleNut in it, boy, you know this pussy fertile (This shit so fertile)[Chorus]And if he want the cat, he got to spend itHe claimed he smacked this shit, no he didn't (No, he didn't)Can't be runnin' 'round the city like we did it (What the fuck?)Droppin' salt, why you fuckin' up my image?Can't let him hit it 'cause he tryna tell the businessWon't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss himCan-can-can't let him hit 'cause he tryna tell the businessWon't fuck him, won't suck him, can't kiss him