"RoTaTe" lyrics

Ay, BK

Bitch stop
Stop, she rotate stop
Stop, she rotate stop
Stop, she rotate stop

I'm foolied out a shirt ay
Her body rock shirt ay
Took her on a date shit shut your bitch ass up
Bitch, but shit, we ain't go to dates

I'm fooled out on skates
I swear it's stupid, never lame
Her legs wide open, shit, let me get a plate
I left her like E ya dig
I covered her like sheets
Yah
Oiling down her cheeks yah, cease and then desist

Got her out them jeans aye
Whatever that brings
Lotta cash like cha-ching Cha-ching
Fuel her up with that lean ya dig
Pepperoni or supreme? The barbecued her beings
At the door like ding ding-dong, made her stop like wings
Do you really want a green?
Or you scared, Halloweens?
Tom Cruise on the scene
Ay, ooh bring the damn bling

Ay bitch stop
Stop, she rotate stop
Stop, she rotate stop
Stop, she rotate stop

I'm foolied out a ay
Her body rock shirt ay
I took her on date shut your bitch ass up
Bitch, that shit stank