Pistol Ready 2

Hood fellow, pull her hair like I do the trigger Plenty of cash, don't care if she's a gold-digger She broke-up with her ex and got me, lost and found Get in bed, take out my pistol, let off a round Shoot her up, shoot her up, bang, bang Blowing on my mic', the best song she ever sang Got flavor, cold with all this ice, like a 'Slurpee' Got something for your chick to drink, she slurps me Definitely ain't praying, but she gets on her knees Her head game is fire, nine-hundred-degrees It's like she's educating me, gives me good brain While she's down there, I pull her hair, like a horse's mane She's a vampire, sucking on the neck of my second head Not the one on my shoulders, but the one used in bed She told me to eat her out, went down and bit it She can't stand violence, but loves the way I hit it Beat the 'Coochie' up, bedroom turned into a boxing arena Call it domestic violence, no court, no subpoena Riding me, I'm thinking 'bout gettin' her a saddle We rocking the boat right now, ain't got a paddle Making a movie, this the best part, 'bout to climax She loves when I come over, got everything her man lacks