Ms. Loose Booty

I was on the phone with my baby (ChiChi for the uninformed) the other night and she made a comment that was rather amusing. So in honor of her comment I decided to revise a popular song.

VDs, VDs, VDs, VDs, hoppin’ everywhere,
VDs, VDs, VDs, VDs, hoppin’ everywhere,
VDs, VDs, VDs, VDs, hoppin’ everywhere,
Hoppin’ everywhere, hoppin’ everywhere,

They found you, Ms. Loose Booty
Get it together, don’t bring it back to me
Hit the clinic up, for ‘bout a month or two
Get some medicine then see what it do
They found you, Ms. Loose Booty
Get it together, don’t bring it back to me
Hit the clinic up, for ‘bout a month or two
Get some medicine then see what it do

Get it right, get it right, shit ain’t tight
Get it right, get it right, shit ain’t tight
Get it right, get it right, shit ain’t tight
Get it right, get it right, shit ain’t tight

Trick I don’t need you, but you want me
Take it off, watch it flop kinda nastily
And I don’t tell stories, I let ‘em tell theyself
And girl you proof dat sex sells itself,
Like nothin’ else, Yeah I’m a city boy,
But loose bottoms don’t bring me joy
Ain’t life grand?, live it up Betty
Here go the whisper song, baby this is us, ready
Stop that mess you do, you do it clumsily
And I ain’t want it, that thang chose me
Girl ya coochie's nickname is VD