E-40, Chris Brown, T.I. - Episode lyrics

[E-40, Chris Brown, T.I. - Episode lyrics]

(D-D-Disko Boogie on the beat)

All the little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say, "yeah"
(Say, "yeah, " baby) baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me, is you with that?
Episode, tell me, is you with that?

I don't like it, I love it
I wanna grip it and touch it
I'm tryna hit it and fuck it
Stab it and stick it and stuck it
Get you to lick it and suck it
And kiss it after I nut it
We can be friends
Ain't gotta be seen in the public
I'm about that verb, that action
Have that coochie havin' contractions
When I be smashin' and smackin' and sappin'
Thrustin' and thrashin'
Sit back and relax and have
A glass of this bottle
Earl Stevens Selections, mango Moscato
Handbag by Celine
It seem like I already knew you
Beautiful girl, you so bad
Look like somebody done drew you
My eyes salute you, you a
Sight for sore eyes, booty, and thighs
You and your girls should get
With me and my guys come and get a bar of
This mackin', baby girl, get rid of that sap
He ain't real, he a fraud, baby girl
That dude is a cat
When he first intervened, he
Bought you flowers, no doubt
But once he got in good
He started doggin' you out, uh

All the little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say, "yeah"
(Say, "yeah, " baby) baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode (yeah)
Tell me, is you with that? (Ha, haha)
Episode (yeah) , tell me, is you with that? (Ayy, ayy, okay)
(Bompton)

Shawty in love with them gangstas
That's why she holla at me
Them country niggas
We whippin' up fifty thousand a ki'
You just be givin' her, gettin' her
I just fill her with D
Even though she cute and petite, freaky
Discreet she got extensions of booty with
Them tattoos on her cheek
Make me wanna take her to a island
We could do it for weeks
Girl, let me Birkin your bag
Jimmy Choo on your feet
Let me get you out of the
Jag' and in that Bentley GT
I'm on the West coast, drop top ridin', fool
With E-40, Sick Wid' It, we ridin', fool
Hustle Gang bang green, we tried truths
Somebody told you otherwise, they lied to you
I bet it all, roll the dice, bet, bet
Quarter mil' on me in the bag, check that
Them suckas don't like it
But they gon' respect that
Spend the night, have a episode
You won't forget that, check that

(yeah, yeah)
All the little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say, "yeah"
(Say, "yeah, " baby) baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
(Can you get freaky for me?)
Tell me, is you with that? (Oh oh)
Episode, tell me, is you with that?
(Tell me, baby, yeah)

Girl, I came here with all my
Niggas and all this liquor
Said she want a threesome, I'm gon' lick her
(Yup)
From the bottom to the top, I'ma take it down
(Take it down) i'ma roll the weed
But she gon' break it down it's not my fault
(Uh, uh) if that's your girl
Guess she wanna leave with a real nigga
(With a real one)
Pussy, I'm a boss, her panties in my car
Before your nigga call
You know I gotta get it (Tell 'em, Chris)

All the little bad bitches in here
If you came to get ratchet, say, "yeah"
(Say, "yeah, " baby) baby, touch your toes
We can get freaky, have an episode
Tell me, is you with that?
Episode, tell me, is you with that?

Interpretation for


Add Interpretation

Add extended interpretation

If you know what the artist is talking about, can read between the lines, and know the history of the song, you can add interpretation to the lyrics. After checking by our editors, we will add it as the official interpretation of the song!

Latest added interpretations to lyrics

A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Interpret