Lyrics You're a Fiend Girl - Dot Dot Curve
Ayy,
yo!
Ayy,
yo
it's
DAPL
with
Dot
Dot
Curve
It's
your
boy
Jay
Spizzy
with
Dropping
a
Popped
Locket
It's
your
boy
Slick
Ross
with
Dropping
a
Popped
Locket
It's
Dropping
a
Popped
Locket
with
Dot
Dot
Curve
Got
you
so
a-addicted
If
you
want
this,
you
gotta
give
me
that
You
know
I
pop
bottles,
while
you
pop
your
ass
Got
you
so
a-addicted
You
call
me
every
chance
you
get,
like
I'm
some
kinda
hotline
'Cause
you
want
some
of
my
time
fiending
I
know
you
want
it
girl,
and
based
on
your
attitude
I
soon
will
be
having
you
screaming
(Yo,
I
attract
the
worst
types
of
girls,
check
this
out...)
Tell
me
how
a
girl
could
be
more
pimp
than
a
guy
ever
could!
Sorry
Jack,
but
it's
Lumberjill
and
shes
only
after
your
wood!
Why
can't
we
talk
is
what
you
see
in
me
what
I
put
in
you?
Can't
look
at
you
when
we
(Fuck!)
I
know
you
want
it
girl,
I
know
you
want
it
You're
addicted
to
me
like
I'm
a
fucking
narcotic
My
own
personal
waitress
like
a
pop
pop
serve
I
put
a
smile
on
your
face
like
a
Dot
Dot
Curve!
Trifling
bitch,
you'll
never
be
companion,
boo
Slippin
on
your
words
as
if
you're
in
banana
shoes
You
have
to
want
me
for
more
than
my
body
Why
can't
we
talk?
Got
you
so
a-addicted
If
you
want
this,
you
gotta
give
me
that
You
know
I
pop
bottles
while
you
pop
your
ass
Got
you
so
a-addicted
You
call
me
every
chance
you
get,
like
I'm
some
kinda
hotline
Cuz
you
want
some
of
my
time
fiending
I
know
you
want
it
girl,
and
based
on
your
attitude
I
soon
will
be
having
you
screaming
(Ok,
yeah,
ok!)
Hmm!
I
know
you
want
my
dicksickle
I'm
goin'
to
give
it
to
you
fo-shizzle
Just
by
the
way
you
wiggle
Wiggle,
wiggle,
wiggle
that
rump
Wiggle,
wiggle,
wiggle
that
rump
Jiggle
it,
jiggle
it
Ja-jiggle
it,
ja-jiggle
it
You
like
my
freaky
look
I
can
tell
by
the
way
I
got
you
hooked
Sure,
sure
bring
it
over
her
Sure,
sure
bring
it
over
her
Ring
it
over,
bring
it
over
I
do
it
like
Victoria's
Secret
Her
secret
is
when
you
wear
those
panties
That's
the
last
time
you
ever
get
this
(Slut)
Got
you
so
a-addicted
If
you
want
this,
you
gotta
give
me
that
You
know
I
pop
bottles
while
you
pop
your
ass
Got
you
so
a-addicted
You
call
me
every
chance
you
get,
like
I'm
some
kinda
hotline
Cuz
you
want
some
of
my
time
fiending
I
know
you
want
it
girl,
and
based
on
your
attitude
I
soon
will
be
having
you
screaming
(Ok,
yeah,
ok!)
We
rockin
it
top
notch,
our
tracks
drop
hot,
serve
It's
Dropping
a
Popped
Locket
and
Dot
Dot
Curve
We
rockin
it
top
notch,
our
tracks
drop
hot,
serve
It's
Dropping
a
Popped
Locket
and
Dot
Dot
Curve
Admit
it
girl,
we're
your
addiction
So
come
refill
your
prescription
Don't
delay
on
your
decision
To
come
by
and
get
to
winning
You
treat
it
like
a
prize
girl,
I
see
it
in
your
eyes
That
you
been
fiending
for
mine
to
be
in
between
your
thighs
You
don't
have
to
say
a
word,
your
hips
do
all
the
talking
And
you're
speaking
my
language
whenever
you're
walkin'
I'ma
pop
a
bottle
we
can
start
this
off
(Start
this
off)
Girls
let's
get
it
on,
enough
with
all
the
shit
talk
(Shit
talk)
I'ma
hit
it
so
hard,
you'll
think
I
ripped
your
tits
off
Your
mans
outside
and
he
can
hear
you
screaming
"Slick
Ross"
Got
you
so
a-addicted
If
you
want
this,
you
gotta
give
me
that
You
know
I
pop
bottles
while
you
pop
your
ass
Got
you
so
a-addicted
You
call
me
every
chance
you
get,
like
I'm
some
kinda
hotline
Cuz
you
want
some
of
my
time
fiending
I
know
you
want
it
girl,
and
based
on
your
attitude
I
soon
will
be
having
you
screaming
(Uh
huh,
that's
my
shit)
(Yeah,
ok)
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