What a messy fuss, it happens to the best of us

Love/hate to raise the heart rate up to your chest to bust

And leave you with just enough stress to cuss

Ooh trouble, two's a couple, three's treacherous

And got you open like the high seas

Hoping like deez for the squeeze on live G's

Jive turkeys, they lucky if they survive the depths of hell, it's murky

Jerky, come on work with me

See how she's twerking the skirt with tits perky

A flirt with a smirk that could body you in one shot glance

And let 'em rot, I'm like, not a chance, hot pants!"

Run feet, and keep from off front street

That sizzle like the blunt heat, with business that's for under sheets

Creep on secret missions, peep it

Or else be in some deep shit, with more fishes to sleep with