Murs - Slob My Nob lyrics

I would like to dedicate this song To every girl who's s**ed my dick "thank you" And from the bottom of my heart, girls I really mean that sh** All praises to your lips, for the many nights of bliss I mean you gotta love somebody who puts their mouth where you piss, It's like this sh** I would do it if I could But girl you know I'd break my back tryin' to polish my own wood So it's, all to the good girl, do it like a gee-o You got them kinda lips that make n***a slap his P.O., Although I don't have one If that's what you need, to keep you on your knees, Please believe you'll catch a bad one Go back to what I said, I dedicate this song to every girl who's gave me head Especially the ones, Who knew it was time to swallow without a word being said And didn't get mad if I didn't give a warning, She just put it down her hatch, and kept on performing You know, rockin' the mic, cleanin' the pipes, Or if she's a real head doctor she might say sumpt'n like "Oh, f** my face! I wanna see how I taste! " Huh, and when the homies call "Uhh, What up, though" I simply let 'em know that Agent Scully's on the case, And hella broads be fake Talkin' bout they don't swallow, they don't like how it tastes I say it's no home trainin', Kinda like leaving a table before you clean your plate I wasn't born with this sh** it took twelve years to make And you gonna let it go to waste? "hell no" let me put it all in place You put in all this work you might as well finish the race C'mon, you don't leave work early on pay day You get your check before you walk so go ahead And jack the magic beans right up out the stalk Then plant 'em down your throat, who knows, The next day your freestyles might be dope Nope! I'm just kiddin' "fu*k A NON-SWALLOW TRAMP! " This song is a tribute to the co*k s**in' champs, The deap throat divas with jaws like clamps Lickin' ball like stamps, even when she's got the cramps That's a No Limit Soldier, True Master of the P, But I make 'em say AHHH when I'm servin' ghetto D I love the oral OG's, with rings in their tongue, sh** I had to tell this one You should move it to your tonsils cause a n***as well hung Huh, naaahh; I k** me, but check it out, feel me, I had this one broad who used to go at the job Like a woman with no teeth versus corn on the cob, Wanted to stop her half way just to say good job So if you got a girl and she don't slob your knob, I'm here to let your stupid a** know that your bein' robbed And your dame is tired, Tell her to step into your office - "YOUR fu*kIN' FIRED! " And if by the next album, she's still not s**in', I'm a make a new song with step by step instructions Easy for her a** to follow, the moral of the story is The mean b**hes s** and the nice girls swallow I said mean b**hes s** and nice girls swallow "Oooh, oooh, oooh! I knew I knew ya. Damn it to hell, I knew your face looked familiar to me. Man, back in the day, Your wife could s** the MEANEST Well I know you know, you a lucky man." "You scum s**ing son of a b**h! That's my ho you talk... uh, my wife you talkin' bout! " "Oooh, oooh, oooh! Now I remember I even remember your name! They used to call you Jawbone! " "Aaaghhhh! "