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Buttered Up
by Juicy J
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Play me some pimpin', mane
(Jason Rich on the beat, bitch)
I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby
You got ass, come and show me what it's worth (ay), ooh (ay)
I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, come on, baby
You got ass, come and show me what it's worth, I'm Mr. Buttersworth (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was on the purp' (purp'), chased it with the syrup (syrup)
Got you buttered up (up), you know what I'm worth (worth)
Rent due is the first (first), you want that new purse (purse)
First you gotta ride for me, throw it in reverse (throw it)
Open up your legs (spread 'em) like you giving birth
Introduce you to new positions, now you diverse
She was talking big shit, now you in there lost for words
But you the, you the best even at your worst (ay)
Doubled up my doses, got me up four from my nurse (ay, ay, ay, ay)
I finessed the docs for the scripts like it's rehearsed (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Fill you up for breakfast then I send yo' ass to work (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Big blunt of Gelato and Wedding Cake for dessert (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby
You got ass, come and show me what it's worth (ay), ooh (ay)
I said, hey (shut the fuck up), Mrs. Buttersworth, come on, baby
You got ass, come and show me what it's worth, I'm Mr. Buttersworth
Ay, you got me going crazy with the ass so fat
Have mercy (have mercy), don't you dare make it clap
Got me hot and bothered by the smell of flapjacks
Girl, it's seven in the morning, why you got me throwing racks? (ay)
Miss Buttersworth, you're all that I imagine
And you really got that fucking wagon
Wake up every morning and you got that shit clappin'
Got damn, Gravy, why you gotta keep snappin'?
Miss Buttersworth, you the perfect lady
When you tuck me in got me feeling like a baby
Ooh, damn, girl, why you so tasty?
Spread a little butter on the biscuits and the gravy
Hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby
You got ass (baby), come and show me what it's worth (ay), ooh (ay)
I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, come on, baby
You got ass (baby), come and show me what it's worth, I'm Mr. Buttersworth
(Shut the fuck up) come on
Play me some pimpin', mane
(Jason Rich on the beat, bitch)
I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby
You got ass, come and show me what it's worth (ay), ooh (ay)
I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, come on, baby
You got ass, come and show me what it's worth, I'm Mr. Buttersworth (yeah, yeah, yeah)
I was on the purp' (purp'), chased it with the syrup (syrup)
Got you buttered up (up), you know what I'm worth (worth)
Rent due is the first (first), you want that new purse (purse)
First you gotta ride for me, throw it in reverse (throw it)
Open up your legs (spread 'em) like you giving birth
Introduce you to new positions, now you diverse
She was talking big shit, now you in there lost for words
But you the, you the best even at your worst (ay)
Doubled up my doses, got me up four from my nurse (ay, ay, ay, ay)
I finessed the docs for the scripts like it's rehearsed (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Fill you up for breakfast then I send yo' ass to work (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Big blunt of Gelato and Wedding Cake for dessert (ay, ay, ay, ay)
Said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby
You got ass, come and show me what it's worth (ay), ooh (ay)
I said, hey (shut the fuck up), Mrs. Buttersworth, come on, baby
You got ass, come and show me what it's worth, I'm Mr. Buttersworth
Ay, you got me going crazy with the ass so fat
Have mercy (have mercy), don't you dare make it clap
Got me hot and bothered by the smell of flapjacks
Girl, it's seven in the morning, why you got me throwing racks? (ay)
Miss Buttersworth, you're all that I imagine
And you really got that fucking wagon
Wake up every morning and you got that shit clappin'
Got damn, Gravy, why you gotta keep snappin'?
Miss Buttersworth, you the perfect lady
When you tuck me in got me feeling like a baby
Ooh, damn, girl, why you so tasty?
Spread a little butter on the biscuits and the gravy
Hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, ooh, baby
You got ass (baby), come and show me what it's worth (ay), ooh (ay)
I said, hey, Mrs. Buttersworth, come on, baby
You got ass (baby), come and show me what it's worth, I'm Mr. Buttersworth
(Shut the fuck up) come on
