rings] [Whats Her Face] I'll answer the phone - hello? [some weird guy] Uhh hi is this Whats Her Face? [Whats Her Face] Yes this is Whats Her Face [some
face P-p-poke her face I make her say Oh, oh-oh-oh Oh, oh-oh-oh What up P-p-p-poker face P-p-poke her face Me first! She wanna have whatever she like She can if she bring her
check, reciting rhymes So call me what you want, wanna hate? Have a nice time While I get stupid paper, hey, my dough ain't in this right mind Now I don't really care what
never hit 'em, never do nothing to hurt 'em Now you're in each others face spewing venom in your words when you spit 'em You push, pull each others hair
mother buying me clothes from 1963 And then she lost her mind and did the ultimate I asked her for Adidas and she bought me Zips! I said, "Mom, what
and shop with Oprah Nigga, what? From my voice I'm killin' 'em I shed my blood About everything I love Am still a eye blacker, open handed, face the
close to me, she sexy Every night is different pussy since my girl left me And I tried to make her stay with me, but I stay busy And her friends are
at my stack Put my finger on the trigger then I asked him, "What you want nigga?" What you gonna do when it's your turn to go? What you gonna do when
the same cats I can tell by they strange acts When they mumble to each other Like Milan they run for cover New 'cuz this bitch that I fucked with One thought I loved her
Khalifa] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] yea uh huh, you know what it is black and yellow [x4] [Chorus] yeah, uh huh, you know what
Come on my Darling lets go Round Two Then she gon start to kissing me and to her surpise i quickly move Now she got this dumb look on her face like what
Three and them be one of me Imagine what they done to me On top of me, up under me Accept no imitation, baby Other cat be hatin? They be all in ya face
You taught me everything that I know And you always knew what to say Time goes on Now every word in every damn song Reminds me of your face You were
crew Thought you knew; I ain't no punk or no pooh-butt Step to me, the cops are still diggin niggaz up What's up? What's up? What's up? You wanna try
other night Hype super dope body and face, her mini skirt tight Talkin' 'bout legs and lips, mindblowin' hips Had to cross my legs just to look at her
We about to tear stuff up, y'all feel good? Yo, what the hell y'all wanna do, Syndicate, tonight, what you wanna do? (Party!) Randy Mac in the place to be, what
didn't snitch, she did three I'ma have to roll solo till they set her free 'Cause I got some other crimeys down, true gees But they got all day, so now
get her But guess what, I keep that bitch broke in and fucked Let her browse through the Prada store to open her up I bought her Aldo shoes, just to open her