AUSTIN WOLF

[Chorus: Rodney Chrome]
Get you up In private
Touching on my private’s
Screening like a siren
Grab the pillow and just bite it

[Verse 1: Rodney Chrome]
Oh fuck
Atlas be the God
Read your mind on how to get you hard
Nick name was always little rod
But my niggas never had no little rods
He can get it in the car driving over bridges
Drop the top while I drop them britches
This for all my nasty freaky bitches
Gone ahead and show him you really with it

[Cell Phone skit]
Ooo bitch I hope he answer the phone
Cause I really wanna go off on his ass
Hello?
Nigga this the last time I’mma let you bust that quick
Step your dick up
Matter of fact no, step your whole stroke up
Imma need you to act like you doing the electric slide
When you up in my shit
If I’m not howling to the moon like I’m in the fucking Twilight Zone
Then nigga take your ass home
Got me fucked up
No matter of fact you got me fucked down
Stroke so bad I had to take care of my own damn self
Shit but anyway what you doing tomorrow
Im trynna see you
Call me
The fuck was that?