empathy But I ain't pouring out no liquor for no niggas I pour my heart out when I see Dot out on the deck Knowing two weeks ago he slapped-box with
wanna see how you get down, go down, go down and get fed come 'n get some tasty tasy lick each 'n every individual part and make me, make me come come
wanna see how you go down, go down, go down and get fed come and get some tasty tasty lick each and every individual part and make me, make me come come
not? Come on, baby, I'm coming Let's fuck I love it when you talk like that Yeah, wait, wait, wait, wait, go down there Show me how to use my tongue
or two until you cum, aah I wanna hit it from the back, ooh, so stroke for a minute or two Because it's so tight, booty hung right, got her tongue right
Wanna climb on top of you And give it to you for a hour or two Until you cum I Wannna hit it from the back Ooo stroke, stroke for a minute or two Because
One, two Steal my heart and hold my tongue I feel my time, my time has come Let me in, unlock the door I never felt this way before And the wheels just
come Give you a red shirt with the wet hat to match First max like it's Hamburger Hill for real It's Red Dawn when the Mobb get it on My outfit stuck on
a fight 'Cause you know two wrongs always make a right Come on, let's go out and start a fight 'Cause you know two wrongs always make a right Come on
' I eat that pussy ass backwards A few strokes with this long warm tongue should make that pussy cum So much for round one, I spend a whole round two
I would take her on a short vacation Some place to chill, probably some place warm Don't pack nothin' but bathin' suits and shorts hon' and thats for real girl And then step two
a family closer One bullet to start a war and be a part of gore These hoes trick and be on crack like a slightly parted door It took one hit, tongue kiss and make come
Snooka rips the roof off Then hook off on your crew, to the check of one to two It's you, who? (AGA-AHHH! WWAAAAAH!) Redman with the Kung-Fu Come on
like thought it be got me boomin' like ba-da-bing Rap don't gotta sing 'cause I get my hum on Actually I get hummed on hos tongues be on my dong-dong
I go?), by all means Keep the door open, ??? ???, mami get in Matter fact, don't ya come without, whoo, bringin ya friends One shotgun, three in the back, one on
I might be Bitch I might be, bitch I might be East Atlanta slum, man, is where I come from Pass that bubble thrax and put this bean on your tongue Now
't taste sour Hit 'em in the shower for an hour Give 'em that feeling, Sauce Money for real and Let her get on top if there's mirrors on the ceiling