[HOOK] I don't wanna sixty-nine Unless the b**h is on the bottom [VERSE 1: DOUGLAS ROACH] Yeah Yeah buddy I'm so sick Call it sickle cell anemia Ya shorty drank a bottle And now she lookin' like bulimia Ya see me, huh? I'm tyin' to get my fix And all these b**hes want my dick Like the iPhone 6 They get my wood from the back While I smoke a backwood And then I k** the track Yeah, you know I'm that good Yeah, I do it like I do it You know I always do me I'm never with those other girls You know they got the cooties Uh Yeah, I'm a monster on the beat Scary a** flow And some pretty big teeth, b Excuse me Do you have the time? Yeah, you love ya some Roach Well then ya best get in line Yeah, get in line If you want to hop on pop Cuz if ya don't hop on pop I'm fixin' to pop a Glock In your esophagus What's stoppin us From gettin' this dough Count money, f**in' hoes I'm never with those other chicks I don't f** with those [HOOK] Because I don't wanna sixty-nine Unless the b**h is on the bottom [VERSE 2: CAMBOI] Yeah, she tryin' to get her face f**ed b**h is crazy f** her face into her grave That's some gravy, she Got a pretty little girl But it ain't my baby Got a Chevrolet and an Escalade and A candy paint goddamn Mercedes Smoke a cigarillo With my a**hole Yamaka condom Straight out the tabernacle Call me Dr. Dreidel If you able With yo mouth so full a cum I could Scoop it out with a ladle Soup du jour I'mma order more b**h I'm always hungry for p**y I'm like a who*e-bivore Slip into some board shorts In which I never wore before Eat the whole goddamn Pelvis like smorgasbord Meet me in the quad and watch Me whip my f**in nuts out Drink a Natty Light, cuz I been Dubbed out since cub scouts Doin' cunnilingus for an Hour on a c*nt's couch Baby, can we turn around (go down) And eat each other's bu*ts out? [HOOK] Nah I don't wanna sixty-nine Unless the b**h is on the bottom