9 Lives

Lyrics

[Intro: Too $hort & Eric Bellinger] $hort dawg in the house League of Starz, bitch Oh, oh, oh, oh Sorry Jaynari, yeah (Yeah) [Chorus: Eric Bellinger] Hope it got nine lives, lives (Ow) She know I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up, yeah) I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up) I'm-I'ma beat the kitty up (Yeah) I wanna see you ride, ride (Ow) Go, go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up) Go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up) Go, go on, g-giddy up, ah [Verse 1: Eric Bellinger] You know I give that pussy what it want She said she want a nigga who can stroke It's 'bout to go down if you with it, uh You know a real nigga 'bout to kill it So go on, put some liquor on ice You know I'm tryna lick it up nice Girl, I got that don't stop, get it And you know I want that kitty [Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger] You say-ay-ay-ay have your way-ay-ay-ay However you want it (However you want it) However you feel (However you feel) So I'm cuttin' your cake, like it's my birthday You drippin' vanilla, told you I'm a pussy killer [Chorus: Eric Bellinger] Hope it got nine lives, lives (Nine lives) She know I'ma beat the kitty up (Oh, oh, oh) I'ma beat the kitty up (Woah, ooh, woah) I'm-I'ma beat the kitty up (Hey) I wanna see you ride, ride (I wanna see) Go, go on, baby, giddy up (You giddy up, giddy up) Go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up) Go, go on g-giddy up [Verse 2: Too $hort] She came here with you and left with me It's all about the game, this ain't destiny I know you real, but I'm realer Certified West Coast kitty-kat killer Yeah, I kill that cat, that's why she feel like that Ain't no trickin', mane, I still got stacks Ask anybody, I'm a real-ass mack And suckers like you, gotta peel off racks and give her that But don't cum too quick 'cause when I hit, I give the bitch long dick Fuck with me that's all she gon' get I keep grindin' and I don't quit, bitch [Pre-Chorus: Eric Bellinger & Ty Dolla $ign] You say-ay-ay-ay have your way-ay-ay-ay However you want it (However you want it) However you feel (However you feel) So I'm cuttin' your cake, like it's my birthday You drippin' vanilla (Dolla), told you I'm a pussy killer (Dolla $ign) [Verse 3: Ty Dolla $ign] You tired of that nigga (Ooh, yeah) You lookin' for a real one to treat you like a woman (Woman) That nigga corny (Ooh) He ain't long enough, after you fuck you still horny, damn Pull up in a Porsche, tell you "Giddy up" (Giddy up) And know I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up) I'll freak you right, I will (Right, I will) We fuckin' all night 'til [Pre-Chorus: Ty Dolla $ign] You say-ay-ay-ay have your way-ay-ay-ay However you want it (However you want it) However you feel (However you feel) So I'm cuttin' your cake (Ooh, yeah), like it's my birthday You drippin' vanilla (Drippin' vanilla), told you I'm a pussy killer [Chorus: Eric Bellinger, Ty Dolla $ign & Both] Hope it got nine lives, lives (Ooh yeah; Yeah) She know I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up) I'ma beat the kitty up (Kitty up) I'm-I'ma beat the kitty up (Ooh, yeah) I wanna see you ride, ride (You ride; Ow) Go, go on, baby, giddy up (Giddy up, ooh) Go on, baby, giddy up (Oh, yeah; Giddy up) Go, go on g-giddy up (Yeah) [Outro: Eric Bellinger] Ow Yeah