(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 spree you, you, you, you.)
Hoes and Fucks and Bitches, Tits and
Bitches be for this eight inch demon And when you hear me Im about to the semen myself on your couch cover If she any trash I flash my box cutter Cuz Im Than any pimp youve had in life hoe I soft, walk tall, carry a rifle Kill bullshit Cuz if baby spiteful Im the liquor With piss and some Lysol Roll in a shit brown a sticky bun Spot the block Pick one thats gonna some Cuz Im a I like the girls with Yo, I once got busy in a Burger King thru I em two at a time Make em both say my Aint never had But best believe that Im And thats the game Girl I fit words Scrabble The inner cowboy With the herds of cattle Crusin Lake Gene ridin shotgun Got the trickies From the Mississippi to I got a full of porn To the vibe warm The doors always open Come the storm Yo, I got little girls that always stay true Got an girl She dyes the hair blue And I gotta bitch lives in Kenwood Rich townhouse She on business Im gettin with the neighbors I freak drives the bus me love with the free rides A hoes in St. Paul But one from east side Gotta a bitch a pool at her apartment Rug burns all fuckin her on the carpet Got the mega mall Make em all work the court Hit me off with a soft taco And a couple of bitches Bodies, jewels and tities And a hoe lives in Fargo For I escape the city
But my one Out of all of em is your I the tongue once have I been forceful She it on Like its a job that she Yo whos lips are The is always: Slugs.
The bitches Freak the lip-gloss and Downtown That like to fuck on the Northside chicks Suburban Love to open women Up to the your relationship Excuse my I work it with the way I em out mortals The I kick The I play Know to say When Im sittin at this With all tasty morsels
But my one Out of all of em is your I the tongue Never once I been forceful She it on its a job that she loves Yo whos is these? The response is Slugs.
Crusin down the In my babys Caprice got the windows cracked Wearin a Hit the bus Yo boo, you cute Give me and a half weeks Ill have that freak too cum Across the rotten fruited I know its hard bein young Let me the pain I understand you Straight up I Now lift up ass So I can pull these pants down Now the I dont do Are those eighteen Or at least I keep shit a secret If you know I mean I got that love to give head And I to watch The way they move their Up and my
Mother fucker! I cant believe youre down here recording some bullshit like this!
Its just a song man, its just a song, its like a man shit. Nah, its just a joke man.
Oh, you wanna be a pimp, huh? you better pimp your way over to that neglected girl you got there.
Goddamn man, why you trippin on me in front of my friends man?
Yeah, what the fuck Im talking about. Mother fucker, you got a kid. How you gonna be rhymin about some bullshit like this shit, man.
But my one Out of all of em is girl I the tongue Never once have I forceful She it on its a job that she loves Yo whos lips is The is always: Slugs.
Aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, aight, damn. Yo Ant, I go man. Ill be back next Sunday. Yo, yo, no, gimme the keys man, Ill drive. Gimme the fuckin, no, fine you drive, fine.
Black pantyhose, pink Showin through the holes, Black pantyhose, pink Showin the hole
(Drop my drawers and the bitch said, Shit! Skinny mother with a fat ass dick.)