Turnin Me Off - Slum Village

Next door she do hopes, chick’s so old

Swear she got a blue back, can’t shake her cold

But you got to prove girl, you didn’t been there

No matter the occasion, shejust gotta be in there

Ball court surfer, she a dope boy’s …

Net game, shameless you better get garlic

Miss vampire, your blood on your bank code

She’ll thank you kindly

Kinda reminds me, what’s good for the goose

Is good for the gander

But my gigolo days died with Huey in the news

You want a taste of a do it and you loose

Vixen, she on that smack, my dogs love it

Tell she blow cum bubbles out her nose when she swallows

Her creed deeper than the shades of appolo

But that ain’t balboa thats boa constrictor

She don’t let her head to her toes restrict her

Shit, fine dime and kiwi white wine

When she breaks the bank, she bringing out the hammer

Hammer pants, 12 hundred a pair

Hammer here, you can’t touch this boy, don’t even go there

She can’t cook a hotdog but she could eat one

A college orgy’s like eats one, teach one

Her first gang bang, on her birthday

16 candles, blew them all in the worst way

But nowadays she some corporate kitty

In somebody’s penthouse, in some big city

Laying on her backside, tears in her eyes

Living in the life, while her dignity dies

Tarnishing the legacy, queens in the tribe

Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off

Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off

We dead in the summer time, still gotta cough

Bonita applebum, you kinda turn me off

Bonita, Bonita, Bonita

You see you couldn’t feed of shit she was broke

Hungry… been on the back so much

She’s giving break dance lessons

Back spinning, back sinning about 10 seconds in the back

Of the rental, the black tint Lexus

She learn the head game, … probably undressing

She should have slowed it but you never would have known it

Until you push upon her and got the killa cunt from California

Right persona, never knew that she was local

High complexion you go when hopping on some dicks like a pogo

Hot chick, never put your face near the slit

Always crying, always lying, always talking shit

The kind of girl burn your money, burn your P now

She prolly got a the fucking role clinic on fucking speed dial

I told my man you would leak where you pee out

Bonita, Bonita, Bonita

Yeah, y’all know that saying

When in Rome, do what Roman Polanski would do

So you bit off a little more than you can chew

Raise cheeks and white teeth showing hunger

You and I both know you ain’t getting any younger

But you all given just a typical lame

Got Mono from a stereotypical way

Views on love, been stretched and worked with the skellies in her closet,

with the fresh corpse

Next to it, shelf filled with self health books, looks like a paradox

Cause the crooks use you like a pair of socks

Keep a pair of cock in your mouth, you call it smoking pube

You’ve been warned from the ground up you have never to be

Most prefer rose a pose to the sea

All over your charade, like a new dance of the footsteps followers

… and find you on your knees… Bonita, Bonita, Bonita