(What Im sayin is the most. Im a player from coast to coast. So you ladies, make a toast. Heres to you, you, you you. If the truth is what you need, baby, check my pedigree. Come and take me on a shopping you, you, you, you.)
Hoes and Fucks and Bitches, and butts
Bitches be screamin for this inch demon And when you me screamin Im to free the semen Wipe on your couch cover If she any trash I flash my box cutter Cuz Im Than any youve had in your life hoe I soft, walk tall, carry a rifle that bullshit Cuz if baby spiteful Im lacing the With some and some Lysol Roll in a shit Lincoln a sticky bun Spot check the Pick one thats gonna gimme Cuz Im a I like the girls tattoos Yo, I once got busy in a King drive thru I take em two at a em both say my name Aint had three But best believe that Im And thats the key: I fit words like Scrabble The inner city With the thick herds of Crusin Lake Gene ridin shotgun Got the trickies From the Mississippi to I got a house of porn To keep the vibe The doors always honey outta the storm Yo, I got little girls Ones that always true Got an girl She the pubic hair blue And I gotta bitch lives in Kenwood townhouse flavor She travels on Im down with the neighbors I gotta freak the bus Shows me with the free rides A hoes in St. Paul But only one east side a Bloomington bitch With a at her apartment Rug burns all From fuckin her on the Got the mega mall Make em all work the food Hit me off with a soft taco And a couple of bitches Bodies, jewels and tities And a hoe that lives in For when I escape the
But my one Out of all of em is girl I the tongue Never once have I been She it on Like its a job she loves Yo lips are these? The response is Slugs.
The Richfield Freak the lip-gloss and women That to fuck on the staircase chicks Southside Suburban Love to open women Up to the Disturbin your Excuse my I work it with the way I em out Silly The I kick The I play what to say When Im sittin at this With all tasty morsels
But my one Out of all of em is girl I the tongue Never once I been forceful She it on its a job that she loves Yo lips is these? The response is Slugs.
Crusin the street In my babys Caprice got the windows cracked Wearin a Hit the bus Yo boo, you kinda Give me and a half weeks Ill that freak sniffin too cum Across the fruited plain I know its bein young girl Let me soothe the I understand you Straight up I Now lift up ass So I can pull these fuckin pants Now the I dont do Are those eighteen Or at least I that shit a secret If you what I mean I got sluts love to give head And I like to The way they move tongue Up and my
Mother fucker! I cant believe youre sittin down here recording bullshit like this!
Its just a song man, its just a song, its like a joke man shit. Nah, its just a man.
Oh, you wanna be a pimp, Well you better pimp your way over to that neglected girl you got there.
Goddamn man, why you always trippin on me in front of my friends
Yeah, thats what the fuck Im talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you be rhymin about some bullshit like this shit, man.
But my one Out of all of em is your I the tongue Never once have I been She it on Like its a job that she Yo whos lips is The is always: Slugs.
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, damn. Yo Ant, I gotta go man. Ill be back next Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.
Black pantyhose, lace Showin the holes, fishnets Black pantyhose, pink Showin the hole
(Drop my drawers and the said, Shit! Skinny mother fucker with a fat ass dick.)