Let Me Fix My Weave

What's up motherf**kers? I need to know is V-A up in this bitch? New York, St. Louis, Chicago, Philly, L.A., Atlanta, I'm diggin' that But how 'bout the ladies that got a head full of fake weave Or braids, holla to peoples, oh, c'mon Ooh baby, let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club, I gotta fix my weave Baby, fix my weave Baby, baby, let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 Pull me over get the fake ID I met a guy named Tommy, very charming He was on me like cheese be on macaroni His game real tight making me so horny Fine enough for us to f**k and be his baby mommy You really don't know me so I moves it slowly Brush up and let him hold me, let me spit some baloney Baby, you could call me if you go down on me But you got to back up off me, wearing cubic zirconia I told him, "Baby let me fix my weave I got a hair out of place and use a fake ID" Pepe LePew voulez vous ooh oui, you want to misdemeanor me You gotta spend more G's, oh wee Ooh baby, let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club, I gotta fix my weave Baby, fix my weave Baby, baby, let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 Pull me over get the fake ID I used to date a guy named Chris, sloppy when he kiss But he was good with the tongue, I called him Mr. Young One Mr. Young One had a big ding-dong Balls the size of ping-pong, I had him souped like wanton, yeah I put the beat on and on my a*s he skeet on I put the heat on young gun, fresh meat he season Yes, yes we used to creep down the beach He was insane like Rick James and with a mask he's Superfreak I told him, "Gimme cash to fix my weave And I don't want no excuses 'bout your baby mommy 'Cause your child support money don't fix my weave And you know nigga please me no f**k for free" Ooh baby, let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club, I gotta fix my weave Baby, fix my weave Baby, baby, let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 Pull me over get the fake ID I got a call from Joe, he used to call me J.Lo Hey-lo, how you doing? Used to ask who I was screwing Joe was pursuing, s*x was good, all ooh-in Moan he was grown, he would f**k me 'til the mo'nin' I used to get vex when he would s*x another bitch Said "Baby don't trip, just like Ben I'm rich" Jen don't bitch, then Miss don't bitch Lopez get rich, call me Miss Affleck I tell him, "Baby I need a new weave Because my tracks feel whack, I want to hit the party You want to play like Ben then give me your keys 'Cause even Jen drive a Benz to go fix a weave" Ooh baby, let me fix my weave Touch me up and let me fix my weave You could pick me up about a quarter to 3 Before I walk in the club, I gotta fix my weave Baby, fix my weave Baby, baby, let me fix my weave On the highway I do above 90 Pull me over get the fake ID To the heavy weave cities, Miami, Jersey, D.C. The Carolinas, Detroit, Louisville, Ohio, to all the projects To the beauty salons and curling irons stitching in that [Incomprehensible] hair Okay, oh wee, yeah fix your weave, straight up like a perm you heard I hope you can S P E L L, nigga, please you know me that well [Incomprehensible]