[Intro]

What, ooh, what

What, ooh

You dig?

Man, these hoes ain't got no class nowadays, man

It's crazy

(Good job, 1st)

Ooh

[Chorus]

Tisk, tisk (What?)

Tisk, tisk (What?)

Tisk, tisk (What?)

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Shame on that bih'

Make it rain in this bitch

Rain in this bih'

Tisk, tisk (What?)

Tisk, tisk (What?)

Tisk, tisk

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Shame on that bih'

Make it rain in this bitch

Rain in this bih'

[Verse 1]

Know she fine like wine

Told her that I'd like to wine and dine

That's for sure that she got tattoos down her spine (Sexy hoe)

Dance at Follie's and she go to work at nine

She ain't innocent

Oh my

All these ones on me, I might throw 'em tonight

[?] (What the fuck?)

Trying to make some conversation but she's trife

I ain't hearin' it

Pink molly high

Booted up, see it in her eyes

In it, I go- I go Ike (Beat it)

I know, she wit' you, she dry

She ain't feelin' it

[Chorus]

Tisk, tisk

Tisk, tisk

Tisk, tisk

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Shame on that bih'

Make it rain in that bitch

Rain in that bih'

Tisk, tisk (What?)

Tisk, tisk (What?)

Tisk, tisk

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Shame on that bih'

Make it rain in that bitch

Rain in that bih' (Dig)

[Verse 2]

P-I-M-P

Drop it low, hands on your knees

Hold still while I throw the D

Iced out baby bottle so you know it's me

Yung Shyne, girl, know I get hip

Hit it from the back, put my hand on your hip

Put your head a lil' low then poke your lip

I'ma fuck you long in the whip, that's photo fiction

Keep shaking ass and I'ma throw that shit

I'ma go ahead and spazz, I'ma throw that shit

If a nigga talk trash I'ma pull it

You can't dodge me, can't dodge these bullets

I might get a new Rollie then flood it

Fuck your hoe day and night like Kid Cudi

Nigga wanna double team, pop at your buddy

Baby got nice physique, butt on bubble

Young rich nigga eat shrimp, no Bubba

Fucking that pussy like bursting a Gusher

This sweater is Gosha, I came from the gutter

She throw that ass on me, swear that I love it

Omarion, I swear I'm gon' touch it (Touch it)

Diamonds, they dancing like Usher (Ice)

Tasted the pussy, it creamy like custard

Pussy, I beat it up, beat it like Mustard

[Chorus]

Tisk, tisk

Tisk, tisk

Tisk, tisk

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Shame on that bih'

Make it rain in that bitch

Rain in that bih'

Tisk, tisk (What?)

Tisk, tisk (What?)

Tisk, tisk

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Ain't no shame in that bih'

Shame on that bih'

Make it rain in that bitch

Rain in that bih'