Larrance Dopson - Pacifier lyrics

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Larrance Dopson - Pacifier lyrics

[Verse 1] Cut the chase, I wanna nut in this place And I know she liked a n***a taste, I can see it in her face Now don't make me a cute little Christian, I don't feel like Ma$e Right 'fore a n***a step inside the house got my messages erased I ain't tryna roll no dice, I just wanna make it right When I f** her I'mma turn her, turn her over Turn her, Turner like Ike I'm on the burner, on the burner, still concerned her sh** ain't straight like a perm bruh, or nothing Mortified, I need a Pope, need a coroner, or something Better yet watch her [Hook] Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier n***a need a pacifier, pacifier Shake your rumidi bum bum Bleed the block, bleed the rock Bleed the bumbaclot rock Bleed the cops Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed [Verse 2] Bad lil b**h with some bad lil tits Need to put a little hip in it Damn, climbing up the pole because she put a little split in it If I whip the dope up I'mma put a little whip in it When I whip the dope I'm lookin' to break my wrist the way I'm spinnin' it Got a bad little date, swear to God I got a bad little date Young Thugger Scrappy!? Okay! Bought the little b**h a black mink like George of the Jungle, she's a ape And I don't care not what they say, I eat that dinner plate n***a hotter than the summer, still catch a player in the street I'mma catch your momma, then I might just f** your momma All because I made jam of the week MTV young livin', stop that like they stop my digits for some odd reason I never end up weak I sell Miley Cyrus, ain't no meeting Miley Cyrus You get Miley Cyrus can't eat nothing for weeks So pa** me a molly, no [Hook] Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier n***a need a pacifier, pacifier Shake your rumidi bum bum Bleed the block, bleed the rock Bleed the bumbaclot rock, bleed the cops Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed [Verse 3] How the hell they got me lean n***a livin' life so foul and it's a crime scene I don't ball for decoration b**h I'm tryna eat n***as sit inside the trenches, all my couches bleed All the n***as diamonds going dumb like I'm Arnold Schwarzenegger Nah it ain't Drake but my community gated n***as fallin' off cause they communities hated But the community wouldn't be hatin' if they were atin' Oops I mean eatin' My n***as eat for no reason, they feast for no reason I do not got on no mink but I'm beastin' I swear to God b**h I'm beastin' And I'mma pull up in the 9-11 Then I'm pullin' back up in the Drophead Make her drop pants, make the b**h drop dead When it come to this sh**, I'm a Pro, no Ked Drinkin' on this Easter pink, I feel like an egg Attracted to these d**, I feel like a f**in' fed And I know you ain't bout that, but I'm bout that Where the f** the Sprite at? It's a baby bottle, not a [Hook] Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier n***a need a pacifier, pacifier Shake your rumidi bum bum Bleed the block, bleed the rock Bleed the bumbaclot rock, bleed the cops Bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed it, bleed [Bridge] The streets ain't ready, yeeaaaa All your b**hes want a piece of me I swear to God these hoes want a piece of mink Whooo, n***a wanna think he want piece of me No you don't want a piece You not ready, need you a [Hook] Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier n***a need a pacifier, pacifier Pacifier, pacifier, pacifier