Areola, that shirt came off, that bra came off and...so 
crazy 
What a day. What a motha fuckin' day. I tell ya. 
Baby, I'm home! Hey, baby! 
What's that smell? Smell like..like my baby's pussy. 
What the fuck?! (Oh, shit! Sorry! Shit!) 

What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm 
creepin' out the back door 
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' 
"Whatcha doin' that for?" 

This is how it goes when you're hard at work (hard at 
work) 
I'm with ya lady and I'm all up in her skirt (all up in 
her skirt) 
She chose a rapper 'cause this rapper know how to tap 
her 
Strap her down and attack her while you sneak in, watch 
pornos and jerk (watch pornos and jerk) 
And ya can't be mad at me 'cause your thick bitch wanna 
ravage me 
Got my big dick in her cavities then it's spit spit I'm 
in anatomy 
And ya can't come badgin' me 'cause she sick wanna 
insert half of me 
Straight addicted to the master he whips the sticks up 
without batteries 
Poetry in motion 
I make her water 'cause I'm a scholar I father her twat 
and bother her I got her 
She'll eat anything I want her to eat, she'll swallow 
anything I want her to swaller 
she'll go down & chew on my dog, doin' anything that'll 
make me holler. 
And you the victim don't even know whats ya comin' home 
to, I'm bangin it out & she's screamin like we doin 
kungfu.
Im feelin' right cuz you the one she do the wrong to.
Now that you know your lady is creepin' - whatcha goin' 
do?? 

What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm 
creepin' out the back door 
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' 
"Whatcha doin' that for?" 

But it aint no need though, cuz I'm a G tho.. I find 
em, then fuck em, feed em & I let him repo.
I understand you're punchin that clock, but while 
you're punchin man, Im punchin that twat - gonna get 
that overtime 
BG Bullet does step over the line, gotta key to the 
crib, this pussy's suppose to be da line,
this bitch too old to be lying, she done told her 
husband things suppose to be fine,
you da bigger man, and I'm her clover leaf now, what 
about the clothes that he found:
did you tell him you love him, did you tell him you wit 
it,
did you tell him you this love his dick every time that 
you get it - I don't think so,
so Ima keep things low, keep pullin these strings close 
that pop that El Nino - (yes!)
Cuz Im the best at it, your lady's sex addict - all in 
the spot when ur not, getting my head patted.
But Ima keep this thing respectable homie, I'm using 
condoms in your festival homie, no need to killa nigga! 

What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm 
creepin' out the back door 
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' 
"Whatcha doin' that for?" 

What would you do if your boo crept on you-with me, new 
tattoo with the letter "P" - all over her humps like 
the letter "B".
Trip if you want to, scared nigger - never me: your 
girl has been land-marked,
that means that I marked her - that means that I 
skidded sperm all over her twat fur:
that means that I got her, where you never had her- sex 
game critical, now she is a master.
You never got ur dick licked, mine is getting tongue-
kissed, she could suck a orange thru a straw - call her 
Sunkist:
Man, she a cold chick, yeah I know you miss that: bank 
account access- ya- you know I did that.
Put it where her ribs at, then I let her slip on it -if 
ya like it then ya shoulda put a ring on it.
Cuz Paul Mussan had that pussy with a sling on it. And 
I aint even poppin' E homie, but the question is: 

What do you do when you're workin, come home, and I'm 
creepin' out the back door 
Pants on the floor and you're lookin' at her sayin' 
"Whatcha doin' that for?"