Luyện nghe bài hát Sexuality

Ah, song is for all them bitches out there
think a nigga really supposed to pay they way through life
You know, that 'Scrub' shit
It's also dedicated to that chicken head 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, drop it, pop it, on the
Make it bounce, bounce, it, slap it, on the side

is dedicated to a bad hoe
From, you recognize? I'ma let chu know
DJ Q U I K
Get in my room now an' do I say

Get your ass up that chair
Peel clothes off layer by layer
by article, 'til I say enough
Leavin' you overexposed the

is sex in the champagne room
Me an' my homies gonna run a train soon
goin' down, oh, my gosh
Y'all get posh, just watch

Talk about the hoes, well, I wanna do it
But now I gotta put back into it
nothin' meaningful, what you screamin' fo?
Really as if you didn't

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 little twist on it)
That make them wanna fuck you

Hey, you say you need a side job, an extra knot
at the jet strip horny niggas spot
Hop, stop an' drop it it's hot
Get burned, then you gotta go in an' get a

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

you a nice drink while you eat it up
Negotiate with you for a minute, then it up
Underground laws, the rules still
is an art reserved for the fly

An' she don't know why they tryin' to her
Lookin' for a in shinin' armor
Yellin', Save me, save me a dick on your breath
Bitch, get right or get left

Your is
(You the way you keep grindin' on niggas)
The reason you've got the
(An' you to have 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
it bounce, bounce, drop 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, grab it, it, on the side

Oh, a doubt, she lives to cum
I'ma be mad if she you some?
Dude, you could have this bitch
Put a down on her, make me rich

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

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

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

sexuality is
(You know when you take out there)
The reason got the kids
(An' you bound to have a of 'em more)
There's somethin' 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 but a goddamn ride)
The you've got the kids
(An' you look you rent it often)
There's more that you do
(Oh, your mama her ass whooped)
That make niggas wanna fuck you
(On second though, she as bad, ol' tryflin' bitch)