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 Imma 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
Im under her spell, she say her name is Chantel
She say she got a man, I cant 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 Im 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 youre one hell of a female Im 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 aint stop for the redlights
We get it poppin til the blue and red lights come knockin
Neighbors keep trippin, we keep ******
*** revolution, baby Im comin
Down the hallway that lead toyour stomach,mami
Imma keep pumpin till you scream Young Money
And me and youre 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, Im too much, Fee Im too much
Im too much
Baby girl you could call me a slut
Yea, you could call me a slut baby
I be yo slut baby
Yea, Im too much
Young Money mother ******
We about to rule the world
Well if not, we about to rule the girls
Alright