Kidnap U - Yukmouth

Hey girl what you doin
Wooooooh
You busy
Ooohhh
Well let a n***a come kidnap you
Ya dig
Ohhhh
Scoop you up take you on a lil' adventure
Ya dig
Yeaaaaaaaaaah
Aiight I'm commin round
She said her n***a used to scoop her at the boxer
Take her for shrimp and lobster
Uh-huh
Rock her wrists out but b***h he ain't a mobster
Yukmouth your best friend your lover and your father
The baller
I'll be the first to f**k you in the prowler
That's right
Huh
I ain't gon call ya like them n***az that jock ya
B***h I ain't gon follow ya like n***az that stalk ya
Uh-huh
Huh
I give ya space
Call me up just to rock ya
Knock ya boots break ya off proper
Get loose ya head doctor
Let me kidnap you
Hold you for ransom
No holdin' hands or romancin' just f**kin' to this anthem
Poppin champagne bottles and then some
I'm a boss like Tony Dense and money make me handsome
The coup make them wanna f**k a n***a on the fluke
And them jewels make them b***hes pop that coochie like glue
So what you wan do
Barbeque a meal do
I'll wheel through
Steal you for a night
What's the deal boo
Whooo oh oh
Let me take you away to e*****y
Baby
Baby done where you wanna be
Ooh yeah
Let me kidnap you
Let me kidnap you tonite
C'mon baby
Do everything you wanna do
C'mon baby whatever you want
I jus wanna spend the nite with you
Baby
Let me kidnap you
Yeaah
Let me kidnap you tonite
Ooohhh
She said her n***a used to take her to the tropics
All of the diamonds flawless
Prada boots he copped it
Gucci shoes he copped it
Now
Switch the topic
You like the chronic or that hypnotic or ex pills
Let's get it poppin'
I have you dancing topless don't stop it
Dropping of that chronic
Hypnotic its only logic
I put it deep in ya stomach
And make you run from it
Cum from it
The pun ani get crushed like pun done it
Ya man
Ya husband
Ya dude
Ya fianc
Need to cherish you
You got an a*s like Beyonce
A face like Mya a body like Free
Tits like the queen bee with tattoos like eve
Bo
Your man a geek he borin' out
Tourin' out
Scoop you up at 3 in the morning ridin something foreign
And get ya wetter than rain wen its pourin'
I bang
Bang
Bang till six in the mornin'
Well it's the heartbreaker
Mac makeup and Marc
Jacob at the large paper and spill ya pockets for me boss player
I make em floss now make em think they'll toss later
Take me shoppin' for jew-ells and minx in Las Vegas
I cause paper Nyce-tee ain't a bimbo
I drive the Benzo the back seat is where ya friends go
Pedal to the metal in Gucci stilettos
I will punch the s**t out-a b***h I'm still ghetto
22 inch mo mo's them other h*es is so so
Me nolo trim's Louie bag colourful logo's
Hah
Federal n***az is a no no
I can't stand you hobo's
So step it the f**k up if your doe low
Your h*e
Your b***h
Your wife
Your fianc
Need to cherish you you got more wifes than libera chi
So let's pretend like we both got nobody
Let's hop in the Ferrari and jump start this party