I like it    I don't like it

Feat. Big Tymers


[Chorus 3x] (Sung)

Bag gone, hat gone, coat gone

Why don't cha get the hell on out the do'

[Mannie Fresh]

He told me number three was cheap

Wit a chick, wit a stick, yeah them girls be freakin'

Checkin' in motels every other weekend

Say brah I can't picture lil' one eatin'

Boy you ain't know fo' sho' she creepin'

While she been tellin' me dog, she goin' to meetings

Meeting Kitty wit her mouth

That's what yo' chick 'bout

Man, pass me my asthma pump, put lil' one out

Sometimes I be likin' when seenin' chicks dykin'

Pissin' on each other, mud wrestling, and fightin'

Hair everywhere, sratchin' and bitin'

Pass me my asthma pump again man, this shit exciting

I be like,