[Verse 3: Twisted Insane]

I love it when you hit me on the message

Tell me that you fiendin', cannot wait till I hit Texas

Baby feelin’ good when she touch up on my wood

She done had a couple dicks but tell me that I am the bestest

Pick her up, I'm [?] lift the dress [?]

Thinkin' about a nigga every time she go and fuck you

Beat the pussy up until the shit is squirtin’ all up on my sheets

And that's why she don't wanna motherfuckin' touch you

Fill it with meat, dick hard like concrete

Tell me that her man can't hit, dick dead like a zombie

Fifty positions, had her folded up like origami

Pussy really get to gushin' like the shit was a tsunami

Salami all up in that ass with the passion

You ready? Come at the hotel room I give you what you askin'

Face down, ass up, now back up, I ain't askin’

The pussy hole was greasin’ like the bitch ?been up in? Aspirin

Anybody fuckin' with a nigga want that kinda diggin’ in the pussy, I'ma get it gushy like the shit was in the ocean

Stickin' it up, pull it out of her, then make your mouth and pussy soakin'

Baby I’m a fiend, now won't you go and get the lotion

Way up in that ass slow and fast, I got motion

Hit me when the club is out, she love the way I pound

Take her to the 50 yard line, make the pussy hit the spine

I bring it back, I'm finna throw a touchdown