(Chorus)
I want some motherf**ing p**y
I want some motherf**ing p**y
I want some motherf**ing p**y
Hey, b**h, I want some motherf**ing p**y
(repeat x1)
Dr. Gigglez:
When it comes to f**ing
Ya boy
He don't hesitate
Met this little freak
Straight going
Down at Jackson State
Told her that my name was Nate
Took her a** on a date
Straight to the Knights Inn
Cuz a n***a couldn't wait
Mane, I want some p**y
And I know she want some dick too
A pink-toed that's down to do the whole crew
Now that's it's over with
b**h, I'mma holla ho
Next time I want to f**
I'mma hit ya on the phone
(On the phone)
Big Smoke:
I stopped at the corner store
That's whene I had met this ho
A big booty red-boned ho.
Her name was Michelle
She loved to give a n***a head
She s**ing and f**ing doing her thang
She never scared.
I done spit my game
See the b**h was feeling me
Wanting me to fulfill all of her freaky fantasies
Got her to the house
The b**h here
Was goin out the frame
She s**ed my dick from the back
And I forgot the hoes name
And that's a shame
(Chorus x2)
81:
Shawty that a** is fat
Double stacked in them Capris
I wanna gut that cat
You should've been a top model
For Baby Phat
So is you really ready?
Hold on!
Cuz I'm never showing no slack
Straight gut action from the back
So let me be your f**ing friend
And not your man
Hold your fanny in my hand
And drill it in
That's how I do it
Beat it
Mistreat it
And never eat it
Cuz s*uts
Get to s**ing on my nuts
While you acting sidity
Like You don't wanna f**
Dizzy duck
Do your job
Slurp and slob
Hustle squad
Free of charge
(Yeah, That's how we do
So come jump on my team)
Lil Peoples:
I'm looking for a bad, bad b**h
Like Trina
Don't want no divas
Just want a thick red-bone
With a fine a** demeanor
I specialize in Lane hoes
Cuz they are
Some freaky a** lil' s*uts
Though
They like to bend over
Make they knees touch they elbows
And let the dick
Touch the back
Of they f**ing throat
When I saw that ho
At the Bull Market #5
I knew right then
I had to have them thick as thighs
I ain't gon lie
I slid right by
and got them digits
I spit that real pimpin
And got on down
Cuz a n***a all about them riches
(Chorus x2)
Da Grym Reefer:
We you know
What I came for
I didn't come to chit-chat
Or else I'd just stayed on the phone
b**h, I came to hit that
Split that
Kit-Kat
Holla if you dig that
Turn your ringer off
Tell your n***a you've been kidnapped.
I ain't got no time to play
I just got some pipe to lay
I ain't got no time to save
So don't be asking me to pay
I'll break ya face and hurt ya feelings
No trick or treat
I'm bout my pimpin
Bustin nuts on b**hes lips
And get some grips and split
Before you flip the script
And that's how I do it
Follow your own discretion
If you follow my influence
I know hoes who went to
Moorehead
Known for giving more head
Slow head
Whoa head
Everything but no head
Around these b**hes
Watch your bread
Cum s**ing s*uts
Are amuck
Trying to get in you head
When a n***a...
(Chorus to fade)