Killin' It

Rambo killin' it Catch me at the show I am the one with your hoes, don't need this sick track My dick got the ladies coming back Sex so high, so hood, so good, I make it last Your sex so fast, like a hostess snack, cream comin' out before it's unwrapped Ladies love my shit, ladies love my dick, ladies love my hustle, ladies love my muscles Bitches say I fuck better than Usher Speaking of Hostess cakes, I eat 'em on the first date, in the car, in the bar, in the bed while I am gettin' head Put some on your titties while I am gettin' busy Sex and snacks, you better be down with that Hold Up. You don't like crumbs? Bitch you dumb and I'm getting ready to cum Ohhhhhh There it goes now whose the hoe? Ladies love my shit, ladies love my dick, ladies love my hustle, ladies love my muscles Bitches say I fuck better than Usher Women get off this table, I am stepping up cause I am willing and able, you look so unstable, listen up I am goin' tell you a fable Jack and Jill went up the hill, Jack talked smack, so Rambo fucked Jill behind his back Ladies love my shit, ladies love my dick, ladies love my hustle, ladies love my muscles Bitches say I fuck better than Usher Coming up with rhymes so quick its sick, you so slow, mind fucked up like you are on blow, still wishing you were Rambo I keep spending dough, bitches get coming back for mo'. They the ones trying to score, I'm popping cherries like gatz [K-Dogg] Hey, yo! What he say? [Lil' Cabbage] Man that shit was fat!... [Rambo] Yeah K-Dogg. Lil' cabbage. You name it, I got it, I'll hook you up Twinkies Ding dongs Pound cakes I even got them snow balls My momma love that shit