More songs by Lil Wayne
Description
Producer: ELL
Producer: Shawn “Source” Jarrett
Producer: Cookisdope
Mixing Engineer: Shawn “Source” Jarrett
Mixing Engineer: Manny Galvez
Mastering Engineer: Shawn “Source” Jarrett
Mixing Engineer: ELL
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Cookisdope
Mixing Engineer: Alex Oren
Vocals: Lil Twist
Vocals: Lil Wayne
Composer: Dwayne Carter
Composer: Christopher Lynn Moore
Lyrics and translation
Original
That boy Ray Hits!
She won't love nigga, yeah.
She won't us nigga. Shawty so bad I had to cuss nigga. Shit! I don't know much, but
I know she loving this dick. Hate shit talkers, but let me talk my shit.
In a red dress and pretty heels, that's it. That brand new trick you just did is magic.
She walk in the house so fast, I had it. That ass walk past so fast, I grabbed it.
Now that's on shine, what's that? My tally. I need it every time I see it, an addict.
Uh, yeah girl, my addict. She walking around the crib with my robe on.
She got me making love to a slow song.
She the type of girl to flip a bag, hit the club, get a roll on. The type you wanna lay up and hold on.
No, she the type of girl to fuck around and just might have a pole home.
And I'm the type of nigga get some money to throw it on. Wherever she went, I go along.
She screaming out, "Her niggas ain't shit," I prove her wrong. She got me like, uh, she won't love nigga, yeah.
She won't us nigga. Shawty so bad, I might cuss nigga. Shit!
I don't know much, but I know she loving this dick. Hate shit talkers, but let me talk my shit.
That little red dress and pretty heels, that's it.
That brand new trick you just learned is magic. She walk in the house so fast, I had it.
That ass walk past so fast, I grabbed it. Now that's on shine, what's that? My tally.
I need it every time I see it, an addict.
Uh, yeah girl, my addict.
I'm doing your verse right now, hold on, hold on.
I'm doing your verse right now, hold up. Hold up, hold up, hold up, hold up.
Oh, now, hold on.
Don't laugh, bitch, you ru- you, you, you, I'm recording, I can hear you.
Don't I treat you like the plug, though?
Beating down your front door, looking in your window. All I need is one dose. All we need is love, though.
I won't sink your love boat. I'll sit in your front row. I'll be screaming, "Encore!
" You be screaming, "More, more. " Leave that pussy sore, sore. Fucking till we snore, snore.
We wake up, now we sure, sure. Girl, your love is hardcore.
You know that I fall for it. I be on a lot of shit, but I just can't get off yours.
I'm an addict, my bad habit. Try to rehab it, now I'm back at it.
Don't I keep that lit like a jack-o'-lantern? Don't I eat that shit like Fat Bastard? Uh, I'm addicted to you.
You're restricted to me. That's what's addictive to you.
See, you're a killer to me, and I'm a victim to you.
See, you got feelings for me, but I got symptoms for you, an addict.
I don't know much, but I know she loving this dick.
Hate shit talkers, but let me talk my shit. In a red dress and pretty heels, that's it.
That brand new trick you just did is magic. She walk in the house so fast, I had it.
That ass walk past so fast, I grabbed it. Now that's on shine, what's that? My tally.
I need it every time I see it, an addict. Uh, yeah girl, my addict.
Uh, she won't love nigga, yeah. She won't us nigga. Shawty so bad, I might cuss nigga.
I don't know much, but I know she loving this dick.
Hate shit talkers, but let me talk my shit. That little red dress and pretty heels, that's it.
That brand new trick you just learned is magic.