Huey Mack - Cruella De Vil lyrics

All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil All my, all my b**hes bad And they love to ride like I'm six flags I hit it so hard she get whiplash Put that a** in a motherf**ing body bag She stroking on my joystick Call my dick her PlayStation She love it when I hit it doggy-style Just like a Dalmatian Girl, shake that a** a little Show me what you got, hoe Homie you just make her drizzle I make that p**y downpour sponsored links Oooops, she wouldn't let you hit? I hit the second I met She already gave me that So she'll never get my respect I said oh, that's your girl? Ask her how my dick tastes I f** her once and I'm outie She text me say I got sick ways She say you're just a pig I guess that's why I porked you girl I'm not really an a**hole If you heard my songs then I warned you All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil All my, all my b**hes bad But if you seen a show then you knew that In the club like b**hes Hue Mack Throw racks on racks on your racks Like damn, that's your girl? You must not make her happy I got your lady tweeting her b**bies at me Sorry, I'm a raunchy dude You can't really blame me though Hit it then pa** it like Rondo do Then sorry boo, I gots to go Got another city to be in b**h I'm on a roll And I don't pay for sh** This route I'm on don't have no tolls A little bit out of control I don't care, not even a little Got your b**hes sandwiching me And they trying to get the pickles Screaming f** love, that's overrated Rather have your b**h naked Don't give two f**s about who hates it With 101 b**hes and they all wasted All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil All my b**hes bad, Cruella de Vil Cruella de Vil, Cruella de Vil