If I Wanted Lyrics - Mr. Mitch

Yeah that's cool 

Er, everything closed so we just 

We might as well just go straight to the hotel 

And just get some rest 

Let me slide this dick up on in ya 

If I was fucking you right about now 

You'd have a dick stuck in you (yeah) 

Have to go brag to your fucking crew 

On how this rap nigga dick you down 

Kendo passed them guts and didn't have to kick you down 

Who this bitch nigga wit' you now? 

Do we know about your x-files? 

And your sex styles? 

And all the niggas that you think about fucking 

And all the shit you know you really wanna do when we buzz it (ha ha ha) 

If I was fucking you, shit, it'd be like drama (yeah) 

And you might get tripped on by my baby mama (hey mac) 

So do what I tell you and everything'll be alright 

You're cute as fuck, plus that ass is tight (hype) 

Get the fuck on 'fore these niggas start to fight 

I can see it in your eyes, you wanna fuck tonight 

Give Herden everything, she got a fool in love (fool) 

Gave it up to me and gangsta after the club 

If I was fucking you, I'd be pakin the piss 

The horny weight dick gettin' laid is for chips 

Bitch I'm tryina' make grits 

Him in with the trojan pack 'o six 

Hin the gin and juice the mix 

No time to pause, gots to drop draws 

Prep through a half spankin', breakin' down walls 

With tactics, nigga used two proper lactics (double-up) 

Hit the twat chopper style 

Bang it up back (echo) 

[Chorus] 

If I was fucking you (echo) 

(overlapping) ooh, oh, yeah, a, ah, uh, uh, come on 

If I was fucking you, you'd be like fuck everybody 

Kill, this pussy yours 

Washin' dishes, rubbin' floors 

Doin' chores for a nigga 

Open doors for a nigga 

Ridin' shotgun, holdin' forty-fours for a nigga 

At the motelly, got you on your belly 

In come morcelli 

Niggas calling k-mac, bitches calling kelly 

Do it like arthur fonzarelli, hit the lights 

So we can try to reform these potential dites 

If I was fucking you, you'd be spendin' all your dough (yeah) 

Buying nigga shit, that you don't even know (mm) 

Credit card maxed out 

Bank account tapped out 

Writin' bad cheques (ha ha ha) 

When I call you break your neck 

You do whatever please me, runnin' burs while I take it easy 

Will as you do whatever, live your life just to please me 

These buster-ass niggas make the shit so easy 

(he was fucking me? ) for sheazly 

If I was fucking you, I'd let the homies fuck too 

Run up in the guts bust nuts and we're through 

Hey you feenin' 

Cooch screamin', heatin' cleanin' 

Tag-teamin', suckin' semen (echo) 

Keep it low, put it in your grill cos you love me 

With video footage of you giving nigga scully (got you) 

Hold it till you've chocked off the bitched and got got 

And roll one to smoke, grab my shit and shake my spot 

[Chorus] 

Nineteen inches of complicated funk. 

Ango urgin', probably be vomiting dick for a week though 

Suckin' on semen, 

Hm be careful what you wish for, you just might get it