Luyện nghe bài hát Sexuality

Ah, this is for all them bitches out there
That think a nigga really supposed to pay they way through
You know, that 'Scrub' shit
It's also dedicated to that chicken bitch that wrote the lyrics

As we proceed, to give you you need
down to my beats, as we bring the heat
Make it bounce, bounce, it, pop it, on the side
Make it bounce, bounce, grab it, it, on the side

is dedicated to a bad hoe
From, you don't recognize? let chu know
DJ Q U I K
Get in my now an' do what I say

Get your ass up outta that
them clothes off layer by layer
Article by article, 'til I say
Leavin' you overexposed the

There is sex in the champagne
Me an' my homies gonna run a damn soon
goin' down, oh, my gosh
Y'all get posh, I'll watch

about the hoes, well, I didn't wanna do it
But now I gotta put y'all back it
Your nothin' meaningful, what you fo?
Really as if you know

Your is
(You the trouble I get you in)
The reason got the kids
(They got a whole jokers too)
There's somethin' more you do
(You know, when you put that little on it)
That them niggas wanna fuck you

Hey, you say you need a side job, make an extra
Clubbin' at the jet horny niggas spot
Hop, stop an' drop it like hot
Get burned, then you go in an' get a shot

Lookin' for a husband an' lickin' on titty
Fuckin' each an' other nigga in the city
How the you think your boyfriend gon' take it?
You hear a fast song, get up an' get

Sellin' you a drink while you eat it up
Negotiate you for a minute, then beat it up
laws, the rules still apply
Mackin' is an art for the fly

An' she know why they tryin' to harm her
Lookin' for a dick in armor
Yellin', me, save me with a dick on your breath
Bitch, either get or get left

Your is
(You know the way you grindin' on niggas)
The you've got the kids
(An' you bound to a couple of 'em)
There's more that you do
(You when you pop that thang)
That make them niggas fuck you
(An' the do too)

Bounce, bounce, it, pop it, on the side
Make it bounce, bounce, it, slap it, on the side
Make it bounce, bounce, drop it, pop it, on the
Make it bounce, bounce, it, slap it, on the side
it bounce, bounce, drop it, pop it, on the side
Make it bounce, bounce, it, slap it, on the side

Oh, without a doubt, she to cum
be mad if she gives you some?
Dude, you could have this trashy
Put a down payment on her, make me

you for helpin' me to change my mind
You're not my equal, hoe, yo' kind
Can't get mad if the bus come
I'ma just 'cuz I trust no one

'Cuz that come up out your mouth is a lie
You spend a lot of time with stomach to the sky
for a nut wit a nut comin' out a nut
Got a broke nigga, sprung with her sorry butt

Bitch, you just warned
Another Sugar has just been born
An' I bet you couldn't keep your ol' shut
With a pair of pliers, bitch, you tired

Your is
(You know when you yourself out there)
The you've got the kids
(An' you to have a couple of 'em more)
There's more that you do
(You when you put it up for sale)
That make them wanna fuck you
(Talk buy one an' get one free)

The is
(You ain't nuttin' but a ride)
The you've got the kids
(An' you look like you it often)
There's more that you do
(Oh, mama need her ass whooped)
That make niggas wanna fuck you
(On though, she just as bad, ol' tryflin' bitch)