Lyrics She Said - Horseshoe Gang, K-Young

She Said

Drink in your hand, sip it up
Bartender fill it up
After another round its going down down down
I heard you C.O.B.
baby, I’m tryin' to fuck with you
And I love your gangster swag, tell me what I’ve got to do
I heard you C.O.B.
baby, now tell me is it true
I got one, two, three bad bitches and they all wanna come through
Now, when it comes to that kitty, I’mma stick ya like a poacher
Beat it on my sofa, call your homegirl
See if she wanna come over, I’ll eat it like a vulture
But it’s like I’m Jewish, I’ll only eat it if its kosher
Girl, have you ever felt euphoria
Ill take you, four of your friends, a few more of your kin
You’re more than a 10, I’m tryin' to score with ya
But you can’t be my wife, #TrueStory uh
I’m tryin' to get my money right
I’m not tryin' to fall in love toni-i-i-ight
Baby if you wanna fuck tonight, then we can leave this club alri-i-i-ight
Can I roll with you crew, I love the way you rockin' them open-toed shoes
You know you want to, show me your lingerie
You and Vicki got a secret I want to know to
Yo she said, I’mma roll with you and she said, her friends rolling to
And she said, I’mma do what you like, I’m down to fuck tonight, I’ll put that
on the Shoe-Gang
I said that’s whats up, your fly as a spark and I’m tryin' to gas you up
She heard about my dick, ain’t word of mouth
She wanna ride with a legend, no Acura
But a few things you need to know, no speaking on my door
We ain’t speaking on the phone, no none of that
If we freaking in the mo', gotta keep it on the low
If I’m giving you the pole, you’ll be coming back
I’ve got bitches thats as thick as they come
You can ask my nigga, K-Young
Could try and find a nigga with my bitches but there really ain’t one
My dick it weighs tons, when I hit em they sprung
Girl go on dip it low, the only thing I want you to put on is a show
Forget E, we could both hit a bowl
And you could twist trees if you want in the row
The only thing I really want you on is the flo'
Be my private dancer, hop onto my pole
And since I’m a boss you should work for me
And only take off when you want to disrobe
I can whip that cat, yo tame her
Your lady want to F with me, and I don’t blame her
But if she don’t go down, I won’t bang her
I call those women no-brainers
I drink like the Irish but I never wore no kilt
I feel like I’m walking across the floor on stilts
It’s almost like me and my fitted is having a competition
To figure out which one of us is more on tilt
Yo, I’m balling like I’m Kobe, you balling like a six man
Maybe that’s the reason that I’m crawling with your vixen
My dick will expand into a kickstand
Now I’m falling in her quicksand
I’m in her Garden like a Knicks fan
For obvious reasons I call the pussy the Garden of Eatin'
Not Eden, now swallow my semen
I beat it up right man, and then I eat it up
Then I skeet it up, and do the beat-it-up right dance
I’m a rapper that moonlights as a pornstar
Cuz on camera I do dykes in a foreign car
They call me Mr. Dicktastic, shit can get past sick
But I drop dimes like a point guard
Cuz it’s on the the mother fucking next
Now I’m looking for a slut I can go fuck or sex
Now I’m looking for a wife to make sweet ass love to
I don’t give a fuck, that’s what a G-ass thug do
That’s what she said, that’s what she said, what she said
That’s what she said, that’s what she said
That’s what she said, that’s what she said, what she said
That’s what she said, that’s what she said