This What I Call Her

Ayy Ayy, Fee I saw this girl the other day She gave me her number, right? You think I should call her? You better, nigga I think I should call her You better, nigga You think I should call her? You better, nigga I should call her When I call her, I'ma be like- I'ma be like, "Ayy" Should I be like, "Darling" Or should I call her "beautiful," or (Gangsta- Gangsta-) Something nice, you know? Hit her with that sweet That sweet shit? Should I just be like, "Bitch" like (Gangsta- Gangsta-) How 'bout "Miss?" "Miss" "Miss" okay (Gangsta Gri-Zillz) Ms. Butter Pecan, caramel, Southern belle She hotter than a summer day in Hell I'm under her spell, she say her name was Chantel She say she got a man, I can't tell Because when we be rockin', we get it poppin like a Amstel Like, right up in the hotel, maybe the stairwell She blows kisses to my handheld She's an angel, her name should be "Angel" I'm blessed, I kill her with the rich man smell She got a wet manhole, and your mans fell, whoa I slipped in her inkwell I saw jellyfish and seashells No further details I love the smell of a female And you're one hell of a female I'm tellin' you, female, get in the CL And let it be sweet sailin' and late night emailin' Ooh, she feel me Ooh, Fee, Fee, I think she feel me, ow Yeah, she feel me (ooh, oh) Fee, I think- I think she feelin' me, man I, I think she diggin' me, man (I think she feelin' me, man, ha) I told you, I told you (Gangsta Gri-Zillz) Okay, I called her on a late night It was late, right I was on her ass like some brake lights But I ain't stop for the red lights We get it poppin' 'til the blue and red lights come knockin' Neighbors keep trippin', we keep fuckin' Sex revolution, baby, I'm comin' Down the hallway that lead to your stomach, mami I'ma keep pumpin' 'til you scream, "Young Money" And me and your boyfriend is not the same I go's down like the stock exchange, and then, I bring it up 'Scuse me, I drink it up I leave you soakin' wet from your ankle up, shucks I'm too much Fee, I'm too much Yeah, yeah, haha I'm too much (alright) Baby girl, you could call me a slut, ha Yeah, you could call me a slut, baby (hey) I be your slut, baby (girl) Yeah, I'm too much Young Money, motherfucker We about to rule the world (Gangsta Gri-Zillz) Well, if not, we about to rule the girls Alright