*girls talking*      Verse one: cappadonna      Girlfriend, what you did was wrong   Baby my love is still strong   On some king kong ding-dong   Never celebate, never souflan   Poppi kin, poppi wardrobe king   Suck her g-spot, and you know she so hot   She said she love me a lot   Remedy, she told me she drop   Fuck her so hard, all outdoors   Pussy is mines and plus yours   Didn't mean to turnin em out, turnin em on   Stetched out in front the next girl house   Bb dick out, remedy, slash cappadon'   Slash pardon me for turnin you on   Turnin you on      Chorus: cappadonna      Girlfriend   Bb conduct, bb conduct, bb conduct   Didn't mean to turn you on   Bb conduct, bb conduct, bb conduct      Verse two: remedy      Check that yo, fuck what he thinks   You know the pussy bleeds and stinks   Buy ya tranked out, blanked out, all crazy in pink   I seen the pussy kill the best of men and take down kings   Fuck material things, fuck ya phat diamonds rings   Men do lifetime bids for this, 2 lips hit the clitoris   Inconspicous, hit with syphilis, ridiculous   One gash, came between the man and the stash   Half his cash, sucker for love ass   Souflan, no doubt, was never in the plan   Ball-and-chain, pussywhipped man can't understand   It's like the cappadon said   Mcf means you thinkin with ya head   If you thinkin with ya dick son, ya might get sick   'cause when it comes to the piece son, ain't shit for free   Either pay for every piece of it or start a family   Now all rise and eyes on the prize of this song   And if I did I never meant the girl to turn you on      Verse three: cappadonna      Sellin ya gold, sellin ya soul   You crossed out, and crossed over   Gold digga and hilfiger, booster and strippa   Flip on a nigga too quicka   Projects, is what I deal wit   Cold-hearted chicks catch on fast   Twist they ass, take more cash, and more crack   Tishy on the block, like bitches never do that   I protect females that fuck me on the first night   Bitin my spray nozzel, see goines   Turnin y'all ladies, off and on, popcorn   Freddy kruger, thoughts of how I'm gon' do ya   Ya mind all screwed up, bb conduct   All of y'all girls are outta luck   Takin too long, givin ya shit up   Bb conduct, bb conduct, bb conduct, bb conduct      Chorus: x4      *girls talking in background of chorus*