Where the fuck you at?

Women are so connivin but they liven me up
Inviting succulent breast bustin through that dress
Impress me and Phes
Hold up, turn around so we can see the rest
Yes! What a dame
A motherfuckin shame
What's your name?
You look fantastic
She responded enthusiastic
Was it the fame? (Nah)
They all the same
What's the difference if it's plastic?
No drastic measures, just for pleasure, laughs, kicks
Conversation was simple, she liked my dimples
Asked me when will I be leavin town, it's goin down
I said tomorrow, a look of sorrow crossed her face
But I'm a ace, skate 'em, shot 'em to the hotel for the satin lace
Treatments, Victoria's Secrets
Get me weak in the knees, baby please don't tease me
She put the squeeze on me, had me whipped
A tight grip, the perfect fit, I flipped
I couldn't handle it, shot 'em out but now I want 'em back
Baby doll, tell me where the fuck you at?

(Check the situation from the serious tip)

Yeah, now this shit here sound like some interlude shit
So let me kick some lewdness, slackness
I wish I had a bitch that practiced gymnastics
And when I hit it from the back this
Girl would twirl and twist them fat lips
And make the Johnson vibrate like a tonsil
Plus on the tonsils honey boom be on the job
But if I tried to hang she'd be like a bat out of Hades
Fuck around, get with a nigga, my lady
I want a bitch that's mangy
Maybe glaze me in some cherries and heavy sirup
But never no rain, see, and never no stir-ups
Nah, none of that S