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)