Kidnap U

Hey girl what you doin

Wooooooh

You busy

Ooohhh

Well let a n***a come kidnap you

Ya dig

Ohhhh

Scoop you up take you on a lil' adventure

Ya dig

Yeaaaaaaaaaah

Aiight I'm commin round

She said her n***a used to scoop her at the boxer

Take her for shrimp and lobster

Uh-huh

Rock her wrists out but b***h he ain't a mobster

Yukmouth your best friend your lover and your father

The baller

I'll be the first to f**k you in the prowler

That's right

Huh

I ain't gon call ya like them n***az that jock ya

B***h I ain't gon follow ya like n***az that stalk ya

Uh-huh

Huh

I give ya space

Call me up just to rock ya

Knock ya boots break ya off proper

Get loose ya head doctor

Let me kidnap you

Hold you for ransom

No holdin' hands or romancin' just f**kin' to this anthem

Poppin champagne bottles and then some

I'm a boss like Tony Dense and money make me handsome

The coup make them wanna f**k a n***a on the fluke

And them jewels make them b***hes pop that coochie like glue

So what you wan do

Barbeque a meal do

I'll wheel through

Steal you for a night

What's the deal boo

Whooo oh oh

Let me take you away to e*****y

Baby

Baby done where you wanna be

Ooh yeah

Let me kidnap you

Let me kidnap you tonite

C'mon baby

Do everything you wanna do

C'mon baby whatever you want

I jus wanna spend the nite with you

Baby

Let me kidnap you

Yeaah

Let me kidnap you tonite

Ooohhh

She said her n***a used to take her to the tropics

All of the diamonds flawless

Prada boots he copped it

Gucci shoes he copped it

Now

Switch the topic

You like the chronic or that hypnotic or ex pills

Let's get it poppin'

I have you dancing topless don't stop it

Dropping of that chronic

Hypnotic its only logic

I put it deep in ya stomach

And make you run from it

Cum from it

The pun ani get crushed like pun done it

Ya man

Ya husband

Ya dude

Ya fianc

Need to cherish you

You got an a*s like Beyonce

A face like Mya a body like Free

Tits like the queen bee with tattoos like eve

Bo

Your man a geek he borin' out

Tourin' out

Scoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something foreign

And get ya wetter than rain wen its pourin'

I bang

Bang

Bang till six in the mornin'

Well it's the heartbreaker

Mac makeup and Marc

Jacob at the large paper and spill ya pockets for me boss player

I make em floss now make em think they'll toss later

Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las Vegas

I cause paper Nyce-tee ain't a bimbo

I drive the Benzo the back seat is where ya friends go

Pedal to the metal in Gucci stilettos

I will punch the s**t out-a b***h I'm still ghetto

22 inch mo mo's them other h*es is so so

Me nolo trim's Louie bag colourful logo's

Hah

Federal n***az is a no no

I can't stand you hobo's

So step it the f**k up if your doe low

Your h*e

Your b***h

Your wife

Your fianc

Need to cherish you you got more wifes than libera chi

So let's pretend like we both got nobody

Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party