Chords for 4, 5, 6 (ExplicitVersion)

_ _ _ Yo, what's up?
Sup baby, this yo nigga
Nigga, where the fuck you at?
Mr.
Good Dick, what you say?
I said, where the fuck you at?
What, how you feel?
How you say you feel?
I feel like you need to get home
for your [D] shit be outside
You say you need [Em] daddy to come do a record like what?
Put this thing down, what?
_ _ No, nigga
It could be four, five or six, you better not be nowhere
Laid up with no kids, you better bring that home to mama
Don't be playing and shit
If you get horny when you out, no need for I and them hoes
Why eat a burger when you got steak and potatoes at home?
A short drive is all it takes
I'm just a phone call away
Ain't no excuses, motherfucker
For you running astray
I give this to you when you want it
Ain't no others like mine
Yo, that bitch can't fuck with this, so don't be wasting your time
The Indian black mix, boy, like I told you before
And we can a-ya-ya the fur rug on my living room floor
And ain't near [D] hoes, so bring it
Like [Em] you know I'ma bring it
And ain't near hoes, so freak it
Like you know I'ma freak it
And ain't near hoes, so shake it
Like you know I'ma shake it
And ain't near hoes, so take it
Like you know I'ma take it
Don't make it, come looking for you
Pull you out of some mix
Then turn around and bust you and your shit before five o'clock
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight
In the morning, boy, you better call me when you think you're getting one
Hey, I don't give a damn about who you with
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight
In the morning, boy, you better call me when you think you're getting one
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight
In the morning, boy, you better call me when you think you're getting one
Hey, I don't give a damn about who you with
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
You know me as your player, your pipe layer
Your all night stayer, all thin, your sauce
When you need your rocks off, knock your socks off
Baby, off the chain in this bitch
Got you wide ass open while I'm slaying this dick
Got you loving this shit, sucking and fucking this dick
Want to go and make some [C] bucks for this dick
[E] Fighting all in the [D] club for this dick
I'm that player [Em] that you chose
Long as you satisfied, baby, I'm the one that you need
Baby, fuck them other hoes, just keep [D] my pussy on it
So [Em] you can put it on it
Girl, you know I'm the only [C] one who's satisfied your monkey
Ain't nobody gonna do you like I do
When I put this love dick inside you
Money man guarantee [E] satisfy you
How you open all [Em] night like drive-thru
So bring your thang on so I can get my thang on
I hope you like the good fuck, become my gang strong
And I ain't lying, girl, you wouldn't if you could quit
I signed my name on that pussy, Mr.
Good Dick, that's my skit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight
In the morning, boy, you better call me when you think you're getting one _
I don't care that damn how old you get
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
_ _ I don't care _ _ _ _ _ _ that damn how old you get
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care that damn how old you get
Now, nigga, what you gonna do?
Let me put this good loving on you
We can do everything that you want to
Side like real freaky, nigga, don't you?
That's right, don't make no promises
Can't find nothing better than momma's ass
Stay wet, stay tight, keep it coming back
Go all night, feeling like you be loving that
Hell, yeah, like when I'm making up a move
Fucking you, boy, like I saw the proof
Run a million before you leave, gotta pay due
Make you wanna say, boy, it's all about who
No talking, now come and get your good shit
Make you never wanna fuck another hood bitch
How you breaking on plan, come and lay me
Motherfucking old ass tryna play me
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight
In the morning, boy, you better call me when you think you're getting one
I don't give a damn about who you with
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight
In the morning, boy, you better call me when you think you're getting one
I don't give a damn about who you with
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight
In the morning, boy, you better call me when you think you're getting one
I don't give a damn about who you with
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight
In the morning, boy, you better call me when you think you're getting one
I don't give a damn about who you with
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
I don't care if it's four, five, six, seven, eight
In the morning, boy, you better call me when you think you're getting one
I don't give a damn about who you with
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit
Just as long as you ain't giving up my shit _ _