Gimme Head

[Chorus: KEY!]
In the VIP with your bitch, and it's lit, oh yeah
I ain't die, I got rich, 50 Cent, oh yeah
Gimme head, gimme head like common sense
Oh yeah, pow, pow
My neck like comic strips, aye
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head

[Verse 1: KEY!]
Aye yai, baby girl open wide
Aye yai, baby girl watch your eye
Aye yai, can that spinach like Popeye
Aye yai, I read your mind now you’re mine, aye yai
Baby want to network, yeah, make your neck work
Stupid head, dumb head, do your head work? Yeah
Criss cross, criss cross
Jumpin’ and ballin’ like a tip off
Work it out, work it out
I don’t want no rag, I’ll lick it off (Yeah)
I don’t really wanna get close
Stick got a mind of its own
And I really wanna know you
I don’t really wanna get close
Stick got a mind of its own
And I really wanna know you
And I really wanna know... you

[Chorus: KEY!]
In the VIP, with your bitch and it's lit, oh yeah
I ain't die, I got rich, 50 Cent, oh yeah
Gimme head, gimme head like common sense
Oh yeah, pow, pow
My neck like comic strips, aye
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head

[Verse 2: Randy]
Shawty I be plugged in like the internet
If you need something just hit my line, I swear I got it on deck
She gonna fuck me for the fame, yeah
Girl fuck you ex- man, yeah
I might just hit it on movie, then dash on that dame, yeah
She give me all that neck, that birdie looking like a crane, yeah
That Percy got me swinging like Tarzan, I smoke that Jane, yeah
She got that bald pussy, I’m gon’ make her tap out, Kurt Angle
I got all them stripes on me, I’m looking like a Bengal

[Verse 3: Larry]
Yeah she thick in the head, can’t just leave my ass alone
I be eating on Chanel, so a Yung Boi very grown
Grabbing enough bundles, I’mma move across the street
Your price took a tumble, don’t pass me no tumbleweed
Money call a lot, I be tryna make sense
Making that hype, but you won’t do nothing but pretend
Setting up shop, gotta watch who you let in
Gimme all you got, I can’t bend the loose ends

[Chorus: KEY!]
In the VIP, with your bitch and it's lit, oh yeah
I ain't die, I got rich, 50 Cent, oh yeah
Gimme head, gimme head like common sense
Oh yeah, pow, pow
My neck like comic strips, aye
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head, gimme head
Gimme head, gimme head, gimme head