[Intro] Yo, yo, yo, yo [Verse 1] Why your bitch's pussy smell like wet McDonald's napkins? I'm napping on her Parked it in the back and had her gasping I'm thrashing on 'em I don't do nothing else with what's called passion I'm laughing on 'em They think I've [?] they can't imagine Cover my shirt with red, now that's called fashion In fact, don't...Learn More