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[Verse 1] She say I think with my dick and she probably right And it's Friday night And he gon' do whatever when he feeling good But girl I promise you that me and him are not alike I swear he 'bout to be the death of me, I can't fight it And he gon' do whatever when he feel like it I tried to teach him 'bout relationships and he don't like it And he gon' go inside whoever when he feel invited I had a conversation with him from the get go He said "Nigga calm down let me finish, yo Don't understand why you acting like a bitch, though Ain't nothing wrong with a little bit of sex, hoe You ain't gotta stress yo", my nigga, listen, you a part of me You get me in trouble then you fall asleep And all it takes is some liquor and some R&B But you gon' fuck around and turn me into Charlie Sheen Look nigga, I've been getting teased while the guys get played Sweating in your jeans all goddamn day Tryna feel a little breeze you can get a little wet Go swimming 'til she screams, make her feel it in her chest Love a bitch that'll suck me and swallow your kids up Kiss me on my eyes while she tyin' her hair up Then give a massage as I lay it down Shit I could do this all night, I don't play around My nigga, you don't ever take your time so it never lasts You sabotage every chick I ever had When you see another chick you say goddamn The blood rushin' to your head and then you dive in And you willin' to say whatever just to get some You better hope that I don't ever fuckin' catch none Cause you a dirty motherfucker you should listen to me Or I'ma have to cut you off, literally [Chorus] I've been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain't got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own I've been thinkin with my dick but I'm tired of these hoes And this is my confession, I can't lie anymore I've been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain't got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own I've been thinkin' with my dick but I'm tired of these hoes And this is my confession, I can't lie anymore [Verse 2] She say I think with my dick and she probably right Yeah it's Friday night And he gon' do whatever when he feeling good But girl I promise you that me and him are not alike He sayin' "Hi, hello" and got a thing for Adele He got a mind of his own, he really think for himself It's hard to keep him happy, he a heavy hitter When bitches call him daddy then his head get bigger I had a conversation with him, had to set him straight He said "Nigga calm down, homie listen, J Ain't nothin' wrong with some pussy and a little brains Besides I don't really know if this is just a phase And I don't mean to be rude or to hate though But I get bored when I'm in and out the same hoe The same pussy every night I'mma lay low And I could care less if she keep her fuckin legs closed I love a bitch that'll suck me and swallow your kids up Kiss me on my eyes while she tyin' her hair up Then give a massage as I lay it down And as soon as I'm done with her, I'ma make my rounds And you don't ever take your time so it never lasts Plus you sabotaged every bitch I ever had And you ain’t even being safe, you fuck it you lazy And as soon as you fuck up, then I'm stuck with a baby And I hope that you know you givin' me a bad reputation All because you don't know how to relax and be patient Now these bitches trippin' they gettin' mad at me blatant They call me a bunch of names, that's some bad defamation And today I'm gettin' checked at the fuckin' clinic And if I got somethin' then I know who fuckin' did it Cause ever since the other day, I kinda feel a little burn when I'm pissin' And if I got somethin' I hope my girl don't get it, hold up Uh, yeah [Brief Message] This message is for Mr. Lucas, Dr. Kipling's office calling Uh, your lab results came in today And, uh, quite a few positives on there So please give the office a call back as soon as you can Thank you [Interlude] Oh my God, you gotta be fucking kidding me! C'mere you dirty little muh'fucker, should've listened to me What did I do?! Now I'ma cut your ass off ("wait, what did I do?!") Literally ("Stop! Joyner stop it!") Get the fuck over here! C'mere! Get the fuck! "I'm sorry! No, noooo!!" [Chorus] I've been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain't got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own I've been thinkin with my dick but I'm tired of these hoes And this is my confession, I can't lie anymore I've been thinkin' with my dick, baby I ain't got control I try to fight it but he got a mind of his own I've been thinkin' with my dick but I'm tired of these hoes And this is my confession, I can't lie anymore [Outro] "You have reached the National Suicide Prevention Hotline Also serving the Veterans' Crisis Line If you are in emotional distress or suicidal crisis Or are concerned about someone who might be, we're here to help Please hold on while we route your call To the nearest crisis center in our network"
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