Um, She said can f** me right, I made her f** her friend She say don't call her a dike, well thats gay Haha, I met her on Monday and f**ed her all week Cause every time she leave she come back to the tree She know I love brain so I treat her like a geek She love the way I spit so I made the p**y gleek Wylin' wit my n***as, and I don't give a f** So I circle the b**hes, we roundin' them up I treat her like I need her, Im knowin' if I eat her She gon' tell Quieta, and Quieta like the media Woopty woo to the bloods, her lipstick match my flag thats swag Weezy F Baby got nuts that drag I put em' in your mouth till you choke and gag I poke her face off and now she faceless I poke her so much I deserve a bracelet Young Money! I poke her face off and now she faceless And I just gave "Poker Face" a facelift