Head Hunta – Baby Bash – letras

[Chorus]Catch me ridin’ on them numbersEither four, five or six hundredTop down, lookin’ for a head hunterIf it’s in a mob, she can’t be my baby motherYou know, I wanna fuck you bitchBut I know, I’m not givin’ you one red centMy dough, ain’t helpin’ you with your rentI never been a trick, you oughta pay for the dickSlidin’ on a slab and all she wanna do was rape meBut payin’ for some puss, girl, you must be mistaken greatlyYou say you wanna taste me, blow and decapitate meWhat you need ain’t give me gravy, paid me, my dick ain’t lazyTrickin’ is dead, holmes, she givin’ me head phonesShe thick in the red thong, I refuse to be led onCause I’m a leader, not a followerShe gon’ be a squirter and a swallowerLate night gobblerBig maniac, she a brainiac, just like she go to PrincetonIn a Cadillac, fuck a battle rap, motherfucker, keep it pimpin’I’m a let her know, I’m federal, when T bag that hoe like LiptonAnd to inspire, she opened wide, and swimmin’ in my denim(You, you, you, you, you bitch)[Repeat Chorus][Verse 2: Z-Ro]You don’t roll twenties, girl, we pokin’ in the sideI don’t want no pussy ass, long as you open in your mindNo pussy could, but tell her put that throat up in your lifeGot me a drug dealer ride, put liq’ with coke up in her eyeTryin’ to charge me for that trash ass, pussy, she out of mindSame thang I can get out her pussy, I’m a get out her mindMoney in my pocket, good, but it ain’t comin’ out of mineIf you pay for sexual favors, your trick ass out of lineAnd with every time I call her phone number (Number)My neighbor is what she lay her head under (Under)Ain’t no fillin’ child support on me unless a nig get pregnantBitch, suck it while I’m behind the wheel,That’s why I’m drivin’ recklessShe a head hunter[Chorus]I don’t love her, I don’t want her, you can have her, I got anotherDid it however which way I could’ve, thenI kicked her up out the HummerNothin’ but a head hunter, and she wanna taste meBitch, pay me, this dick ain’t freeI said on how she bring it back, so how the hell could I pay for thatChoose me, she know the scope, it’s pimpin’, no love for a hoeLucky, yeah, they love me, and they wanted me to hit itIf I put that dick up on her, she gon’ get out there and get itBy Diegão