Just How You Like It

Lyrics: K.A.D/Kak Hatt Music: K.A.D/Kak Hatt Wanna chat about flow? Tell a fella "Come see me" Boy, you know I'm magic on the mic, Houdini Can't work out how I flow so freely Puffin' that whirly, oh so cheesy Lovin' up the m*******a I ain't worried about him, boy, the chav is a 'nana Give a fck about a deal, tell him "Grab me a lager" I be on the back wheel like I'm Travis Pastrana (Ring ding) I don't use my brain, girl, I use me nuts So drop down, get low, gotta loosen off I'm startin' to really get the pox with this lockdown shit about 3.0 (I'm gonna lose me job) Like (Oh) chavvy, I'm lit I go and write a full song while I'm havin' a sh!t Stayin' in me own lane, I don't follow the drip I treat the fanny like a speedball, pummel the c**t I treat the fanny like a punchbag, roughin' it up She let mе stick in in her ringer, yeah, I doublеd it up (Get it?) Don't you know the government are locking us up? So why the fck you tryna act like you're up in the club? (Go to bed) Make 'em bounce to the rhythm of the beat real quick Girl, show me how you do it, on your feet real slick Cuttin' down on the couva, better know I still sniff Done a bag, now they tell me, I Am Legend, Will Smith Done a bag, now I'm runnin' through the woods like Mowgli If you ain't ringin' up for the Kush, don't phone me Fatty here puffin' on a blunt, while I'm touchin' up her cunt Boy, I'm 'bout to slam dunk like Kobe Lay up off the couva boy, smashin' up me brain Took an L, bounced back and now I'm back up in the game I just give them all a blast, I don't even know her name Transferred a twenty bar, told the cunt to get the train I tell her touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I'Il give it to ya just how you like it, darl' Puff this cheesy, make it look easy Whip out the pen, start writing (Whip it) Whip out the pen, start writing (Whip it) Whip out the pen, start writing And if a man talk sh!t, boy, l'll jab him up the lip Yeah, I'II make a man quit like Tyson Yeah, magic on the mic, boy, you better believe it Got the abracadabra, the telekinesis Ain't gettin' on the couva then I tell her to leave it No pics on the sesh, right, tell her "Delete it" Tell her "don't fck about, get straight to the point" Cup of tea, two sugars, bit of steak and a joint Watch her pull up in the vest, looking like a Big Lez While I get the stinging, Roger and I get the (Popcoin) Tell her get the stinging Roger while I'm puffin' on the Benson Keep your mooey shut, I ain't the one that you can mention Best in the game, better stay in your lane Every time they say my name, boy, you know they feel tension Got her legs spread wide and she letting me lick it She wanna suck me left bollock, yeah she very specific Ain't nobody give it to ya, gotta get up and get it And ain't no couva 'til 12, 'cause l've done all me limit I tell her touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I'II give it to ya just how you like it, darl' Puff this cheesy, make it look easy Whip out the pen, start writing (Whip it) Whip out the pen, start writing (Whip it) Whip out the pen, start writing And if a man talk sh!t, boy, I'll jab him up the lip Yeah, I'II make a man quit like Tyson I tell her touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I'll give it to ya just how you like it, darl' Puff this cheesy, make it look easy Whip out the pen, start writing (Whip it) Whip out the pen, start writing (Whip it) Whip out the pen, start writing And if a man talk sh!t, boy, I'll jab him up the lip Yeah, I'll make a man quit like Tyson