Keemy Casanova

Baby I let the fonk me freely let the groove take over, because the Mack is back in action with a new make over.
I got the aura to attract the bitch, the mindset to Mack the bitch, and just enough decency not to smack the bitch.
Dig it It’s the player of century the Mack of the Mack’s, I get deep in a yo hoe throat to the back of the back.
Rubbing her coochie in the back of the Lac, I tell a bitch ain’t shit funny so wtf you cackling at??
I need funds for the bitches I chaperone, my pimping ain’t a hat rack that mean I ain’t the one to be capping on.
Bitches blow on me like a saxophone, so many bars I make the jail break I ain’t talking bout hacking phones.
I’m so sexy they get sick of it, if I ever catch bitch looking better then me ima get rid of her.
A bad mama Jama, my grammar slander a jive Turkey make this shit pop like a can of Fanta don’t wanna forget the fact that Casanova go ham and you niggas fried Turkey, buy some common since before you buy a Birkin dusty wantch.
You said yo shit was good, no the fuck it ain’t, I’m tired of speaking in private so let’s move it up a rank.
Dig it I got haters and I make mine mad why? Because my bitches come in all colors like a gay pride flag.
When it’s crunch time I do sit ups tell a hoe get up. Fix yo face and clean all of this shit up Casanova.