All Over

My neck, my back My neck, my back My neck, my back Like how you end up a opp, used to be my bitch I lost the main course, fuckin with a side dish She the type just, soon as I slip No goodbye kiss, she's a flight risk But she deserve better than to deal with my shit Deserve a nice trip, that pussy vice grip They ask questions bout her, she don't reply shit She keep a tight lip, ain't sinkin my ship And I'm so fly, take this parachute off, I might fall and die But I can tell you knew that I wasn't shit Opinionated, you be poppin' your shit They used to tell me I'm misogynistic And still ended up massaging this dick That's how live it would get But I ain't even know what that shit meant I had to look it up, some time I spent Like how I hate women, I love bitches Need a rider like Khia, want a thug misses Rub my neck and my back, tell her come lick it Like baby, bring it back, I wasn't done with it My neck, my back You can still get it, baby, just like that Baby, just like that My neck, my back You can still get it, baby, just like that Baby, just like that My neck, my back Like Ezell in a liquor store He fell, nigga, hit the floor But it's different though, cause I'm limpin' slow This shit fuckin' with my physical You know when you lose a real one, it's difficult Probably be because it's spiritual Rehearsed apologies, but she don't wanna hear it though My neck, my back You can still get it, baby, just like that Baby, just like that My neck, my back You can still get it, baby, just like that And she done with a nigga, you can always tell Just by the look All over your face and stuff She done with a nigga, you can always tell Just by the look All over your face and stuff