Give It 2 Me - Curtiss King

Girl this gone be your favorite song

And you gone sing it all night

And you gone sing it all night

All night long

(Give It To Me, Give It To Me)

Girl this gone be your favorite song

And you gone sing it all night, all night long

Ah baby you should give it to me

Give it to me, Give it to Me baby

Give it To Me, Give it to Me

Give it to me baby, Give it To Me

Give it to me, Give it to me baby

Give it to me (One More Time)

Ah baby you should give it to me

Give it to me, Give it to Me baby

Give it To Me, Give it to Me

Give it to me baby, Give it To Me

Give it to me, Give it to me baby

Give it to me (Give It Me)

It’s been a minute since Curtiss gave me that raw shit

That’s kind of funny, that’s the same thing that she said

Tell me did you miss me?

Did it make you nauseous

When I didn’t return last fall as an artist?

Girl, I was producing and rearranging life

Redecorating scenery that wasn’t looking right

Some people through the day didn’t make it through the night

And I wasn’t getting paid so you know I had to grind

Call it what you call it I wasn’t making music

What’s that in your wallet?

A juicy ass booty?

Girl, you should’ve called me when I was feeling moody

Now I’m feeling groovy and looking like a new me

I used to make struggle raps, cuz I was struggling

Now I can’t believe that that scratch keep coming in

The ratchets still holla where the «D» at

Holla back if you need that

Ah baby you should give it to me

Give it to me, Give it to Me baby

Give it To Me, Give it to Me

Give it to me baby, Give it To Me

Give it to me, Give it to me baby

Give it to me (One More Time)

Ah baby you should give it to me

Give it to me, Give it to Me baby

Give it To Me, Give it to Me

Give it to me baby, Give it To Me

Give it to me, Give it to me baby

Give it to me (Give It Me)

I’ve been living like everyday is my birthday

Don’t you wish the Inland Empire had a Curt day?

Maybe that’s just me

This ain’t even my birthplace

But I call it home and the homies know my first name

Mr. Curtiss King, You spell it with two «s»

You spell it with one I’ll give your number to collections

My nigga I’m straight, I don’t need your blessing

Plus I don’t like your rapper name

Hop up out the session

Rolling down the block like a running politician

Kids love the King and the King love the children

Only thing I probably love more is the MILFies

Don’t ask me what that means kiddies cuz my mind is filthy

And your Mama sexy, go play by the swings

While me and tu madre discuss a few things

Donde esta tu novio

Girl are you a freak?

I really need to know cuz baby you are complete

And I was thinking you could…

Give it to me

Give it to me, Give it to Me baby

Give it To Me, Give it to Me

Give it to me baby, Give it To Me

Give it to me, Give it to me baby

Give it to me (One More Time)

Ah baby you should give it to me

Give it to me, Give it to Me baby

Give it To Me, Give it to Me

Give it to me baby, Give it To Me

Give it to me, Give it to me baby

Give it to me (Give It Me)

Girl this gone be your favorite song, (Oh So You Think?)

And you gone sing it all night, (Is that right?)

And you gone sing it all night long, all night long

Girl this gone be your favorite song

And you gone sing it all night, all night long