[produced by Chance Schreiber]
Met this girlie at a party early in the month of may
On a scale of 1 to Slihmm I'll prolly give this b**h a 8
I ain't even get her name, 5 minutes in we swapping spit
We was talking sh**, suggested walking to my crib
She like "The party isn't through" We'll throw a party in my room
I said it smooth we was drunk as f** stumblin out your view
In the elevator all up on each other neck
Walked her to my room, threw her on the bed
Lit the piff, let her hit it started getting down to business
Whipped it out told the b**h I'm kinda sick of kissing
She trippin, you'd swear I'd asked her for a kidney
If you ain't trynna top me then why the hell you here with me
Shorty say she got a man I started flippin
Threw her off me then I threw her off the balcony
I ain't get no dome, least I burned a couple calories tho
Slihmm chance
And hell no I don't dance
f** these two-timing hoes