Song Description

A very arrogant song about how I can take your girlfriend away from you.

Lyrics

Verse 1:
As a matter fact, I rather rap, than chase a rat, but they want a nigga covered in cheese/
And they keep showing me, their TITs like a nigga walking around, covered in beads/
And I told your baby mother quit hovering me, but I accidently knocked her off her feet/
So she walk up to me on hands and knees, and wanna suck the trunk until she covered in seeds/

Now I'm a little bit bothered but, she just wanna be a gardener, plus she got a broken/
Heart in her, now she begging for something a little hard in her, so pardon her/
She been fiending for weeks, searching for me, but all she could find was a couple of weeds/
All of a sudden that bitch don't like rubbers, what bitch, don't wanna grow a couple of MEs?/

Verse 2:
They call me Muff Get 'Em cause they know they gone give it up, and I don't give it back unless I know I'm gone get enough/
She thinks she's a centerfold, just because I told her, that I might, pin her up/
Don't be surprised, your girl, she been a slut, if you want her back, be my guest, come get her, bruh/
I'm from the Midwest, you can find me in the middle of, ya'll niggas can't see me, don't even look/

I'm just the god behind door number 3 ya, your bitch chose me homie I ain't even see her/
Not to be thankless, but she too anxious, plus I got hoes nigga I don't even need her/
She snuck in my room like some type of creeper, spread on the bed like cheese on a pizza/
But when I saw her, mama mia, booty so big she can shit with the seat up/

Hey bruh, if your girl ain't found me yet then I'm still on her ra-dar/
Don't think, cause you ain't slipping that she won't catch them va-pors/
I asked her if, she had a man, and if he handling they-problems/
She claimed that her man was A1, but she ain't never fucked A GOD/

Verse 3:
I bet your bitch, I can pull her, and her friend, damnit man/
She wanna hump me, I'm so cool, call me Camelman/
She wanted to make some kids, but she making breakfast instead/
I got her making bacon cause I scrambled all her eggs/

They come in these flavors so no one flavor I stick with but/
They just gotta know which flavor I'm usually licking and/
Which one would you pick if you had to make a decision? I said/
Yellow, brown, black, I'm a gorilla, and I fuck with banana colored bitches/

I ain't got time for the chit and chat, you getting naked, I'm getting crack/
I pick the time, and I pick the place, and I pick a leg, and you pick it up/
She says she's a sneaky freaky thief, but I ain't hearing that/
The way she take this dick, I be like "Hey, hey, hey, give it back!"/

Chorus:
I bet your bitch, wanna come fuck with a real nigga, for real nigga/
I bet your bitch, want a nigga on his way to making a mill nigga/
I bet your bitch, is out here looking for me while you looking for thrills nigga/
I bet your bitch, gone forget about you when she lay eyes on M Get Em/