Well if isn't that cute itty bitty mamacita That gets hard like tequila Got sick bars off that ether Hot sh** all off your meter Yo b**h fall of the seat Cause she ain't never witness no one fresher I'm over stuff in my dresser Miss Fine 'gon rap in (?) Now let me get up again cause I've been missing too long I've been gone and I think they getting too comfortable With these stupid little women You ain't really about beef ..Surprise b**h.. What's happening? It's time in I'm back again, I'm writing, let me grab a pen And let me a little throw like a javelin My pockets looking chubby, must be all them carbs You would think that I bake, the way I be getting cake just like a boss And I got this b**hes lost, see none of them knew I'm coming back And all of a sudden I'm coming and I got 'em running all from me and I'm gunning and where the hell are they f**ing now?