Juicy J - Gimme Head lyrics

Chorus (8x): Gimme head till i'm dead, Gimme head, gimme head There's a freak in north memphis That rollin' & smokin' goodie She toss a 380, i hate It because she hoodie Her wreckin' be a dog, A hog, or just a bully It's cool if she be down to clown, Cause she'll pull it Don't underestimate her face, She ain't a rookie And when she get in deep And deep, the ho be trippin' A gangsta type b**ch that Make ya say (oowwee!) She lick my balls, ba-ba balls, I banged and freaked her p**y Now i'm drankin' on this cortisone That's gots me feelin' frisky Lookin' fo a freaky ho to s** Up on my dicky Needs a pro, and not an Amateur so i come licky Number one drop flick and s**s The dick to end this quickly s**s me dumb, and gots me sprung, And leaves it wit a hickey If you gots the b**ch then i don't know He's coming? Fit me (frayser boy) If you lookin' fo the ho, don't Bother cause she's wit me The b**ch was born to use her tongue, He n***a's name was vicky Chorus (8x): Gimme head till i'm dead, Gimme head, gimme head A head huntin' b**ch that's on A mission, lookin' for the head For that p**y s**in' motherf**ker Slobbin' in my legs (wa**uuuppp!) Cause we buck, now Know we ain't gon f**k You gon put your face in face And work yo tongue until i nut b**ch n***a, yeah you love it When i treat you like a ho Man these n***as claimin' pimpin' Is these n***as that'll go First time? Boy whatever, So you listed a beginner You fo sho to be a pro cause I'mma feed you lunch and dinner Break yo knees, keep it real, C'mon do that thang you do All you n***as eatin' p**y chat Got notin' but love fo you Don't be shame you a man, You supposed to please a b**ch If you want it drippin' wet You gotta lick it fo you hit Camera ready in the closet, l Ights, camera, action I'mma show my girls for Promotion on ya cappin' Man you out the frame, man You lickin' in the right spot You gon be my man, f**k that sh*t i'm puttin' yo cap on lock Chorus (8x): Gimme head till i'm dead, Gimme head, gimme head