Horseshoe Gang - Rap & b**hes lyrics

[Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] Okay, I wake up, wake up In the morning rolling over to eat that cake up, cake up You be moanin' you don't wanna ever break up, break up My dick stood straight up Don't hide your face behind that pillow, you look so good without make-up Ay, I be eatin' wax, I be, I be eatin' wax fruit That's a Brazilian waxed peach, I thought your a** knew I'mma freak in that, I'mma, I'mma freak and that's true Her bottoms up, like a drinkin' gla**, he's a damn fool Cause I ain't scared of her, you new n***as I'm tellin' ya Real n***as eat p**y, if you don't then n***a you sharin' her With another n***a who love to lick her A n***a like me who love the liquor like an alcoholic You out the closet, if you scared to tongue the clito-ris I be lickin' on that I lick it from the front, then I lick it from the back I lick it from the jump, then a n***a finna wax And then I'm finna feel up on her silicon rack, uh, uh The sh** gone crack, my dick and my face you can sit upon that Eat, pray, love, she love to pray when I'm eatin' it up Now I got this remix to this remix, call it steak steak steak That's my dick, that's my meat, here's your taste taste taste Get this beef and see what happen, she finna see what's crackin' Cause this beef is what's for dinner unzip my zipper release the Kraken, ay I wanna f** you right, wanna wanna f** you right now Turn the lights down low no nightgown on, on L-l-l-let's do what never been done On that wall lets sixty-nine, cause two heads are better than one [Interlude: Demetrius Capone] Cake, cake, cake, straight crepe, cray, cray sh** All up in my face, I be all up in that cake mix [2x] [Verse 2: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] You a bad a** chick, lemme wax that sh** Hit the twat like I'm mad at it If your head game fantastic, put your lips on this fat a** dick Boogie women get no love, cla**y chick, still gon' f** If you married skip your husband, I just really wanna hit, hold up Little mama let's get sh** poppin', (big sh** poppin' and little sh** stoppin') Tryna stick this big dick in a b**h quick I get more hoes than fishnet stockings Every n***a need a pro in the bed Throwin' her legs up, I need me a ho in the bed When she give a n***a brains then I'm finna make it rain With skeet, no I don't mean throwing the bread Got your own sh**, got your own crib Got your own whip, now you gon' go far But when the lights go down I'm tryna pipe you down Yeah I like your style, yeah you's a p**no star This bed s** is, impressive You goin' feel this dick in your midsection Your head is super like Karrine Steffans She can make a n***a cum in ten seconds Wait, wait, wait, I'mma toss you up until you touch the ceiling Ay, ay, I love f**in' a b**h who f** like she f** for a livin' All you women need to f**in' know, you ain't gotta be a s*ut n-no But when we get in the sheets then you need to be a freak Better yet better be a f**ing ho, in the bed we need a ho Ratchet sh** yeah that's the sh** fo' sho' You can be a cla**y chick but ride this dick and blow [Verse 3: Kenny Siegel] sh** well, gee willikers, speak on the G and the G will occur My game cold enough to bring temperatures down So for me it's a breeze makin' women freeze with the words Now she wanna come over, now she wanna come be with me I told her she should come closer and I can make her cum easily... She said she wanna come over, she wanna come over, she wanna come over She wanna come over, she wanna come over [x3] And I'mma let her, yeah, I'mma let her come over me Said she wanted to come over, she did it I told her to come closer, she did it I told her to come over my diddick Wanted me to hold her, I didn't -- I'm kiddin' I wanted to console her, I'm different These women get the love and affection, these b**hes get the roughest of s**in' The double protection and never was it a question of whether I beat it up Just will she be enough to keep up in the session Because I know what you want, I know what you don't Can tell what you gonna do and know what you won't Put ice in my mouth, water drip on the sickle The chills make you physical, tremble while I lick on your nipples And yeah, I know what you need, slow up the speed Po' up a drink, me? I'm gon' puff some trees And if your body is crazy I'mma trickle and drizzle warm honey on it And lick it from your ridiculous temple [Verse 4: Julius Luciano] Ladies, lemme speak on the word b**h -- wait, please don't get nervous Pay me attention, I'mma give attention back like I refund your purchase I consider myself a wordsmith so even the word b**h serves its purpose But hold on, if you use perfect discernment an*lyzing the word b**h in my verses then you wouldn't go wrong I go on, first let me clear it up, don't act like its hurting your ears If I say I'm with a beautiful b**h obviously I'm using a term of endearment Learn to revere it Words do hurt, but it's worse when you fear it I bet I know why you get irked when you hear b**h You probably revert to the first time you heard it Some jerk had the nerve to blurt out the word And it's worse cause it's purpose was hurtin' your feelings As a little girl you just burst into tears yeah Words can cut like a knife, but a knife ain't deadly Only the person that wields it Real sh** though, let me ask this If I approach an attractive lady with a Bachelor's degree gettin' close to her Masters Am I wrong if I'm thinkin' yo she a bad b**h Bad b**h meaning over the average Lupe Fiasco was close to the answer b**h bad, woman good, lady better But a better lady is a good woman that knows she a bad b**h Now I'm not tryin' to be insensitive I'm tryin' to give, feminist women some incentive To give this sh** attention, listen it's Not my intention to be on some offensive sh** If I say I love b**hes and they panties and they drawers Why you ladies gotta be appalled Ask me, if I call my mother a b**h the answer would be nah When I'm addressing older women I don't use profanity at all I just gotta be trill, I was raised right my whole family real I read 'New Black Man' by Mark Anthony Neal I'm not tryin' to say that that's a big deal I'm just tryin' to get the sh** straight Try to see it this way We don't mean for the meaning to be demeaning When we use the word b**hes as a part of the title of our mixtape Misogyny it ain't These columnists writin' sh** all backwards I mean look at what they write about all rappers When I see Delores Tucker in heaven I'mma tell her that she wasn't right about all rappers