Lord Infamous - Watcha Do lyrics

Ah yeah, these hoes always talkin' bout' all the sh** they got (??) DKNY And I'mma tell you what they do to get it, b**h Chorus x8 Watcha do, watcha do (Scarecrow) b**h don't play dumb Stick out your tongue And let me take a plunge For plenty you don't have to s** your thumb I got yum-yum At night you have nice dreams Bout' spices and ice cream You look kind of fiesty Your lips they entice me Don't fight it, don't try to front like you don't like it I can tell you get excited I'm gon' spank it Put your head up under the blanket It's the tightest A Mafia, so play it to the Triple 6 to the tre' Until tonight Lord Infamous is on the entree (Gangsta Boo) You n***as be k**in' me Say you'll never do me But still you do it Every time I turn around You punk is in the booty Is it hard to pick em' out Hell na I'm on the top of that All real hoes know a n***a that lick on the cat That's a fact n***as be one of the main ones doin' it Come and eat a little punk a** n***a f** screwin' it Little Peter Pipter These playas for the p**y eaters Got you rock hard After my nut you's a dick beater Chorus x8 (Juicy J) Slob on my knob Lke corn on the cob Check in with me And do your job Lay on the bed And give me head Don't have to ask Don't have to beg Juicy is my name Sex is my game Let's call the boys Let's run a train First Find a mate Second find a place Third find a bag To hide the ho face (DJ Paul) It's bout 2-0-9 I'm ridin' Viper tryin' to find somethin' freaky Cause I think it's about that time Me and my dogs Done snort two 'balls Now I need a big mout For a dick and two balls It's Paul Askin' with ya Take face Willy 165 pound, skinny n***a, beer belly I'm bout' to take her to get it tight From all of ya'll No paper chasin' I'm in the ocean tryin' to catch some jaws (Crunchy Black) These b**hes got me goin' The feelin' of a warm mouth Man I tell you bout' these hoes chewin' in the South It's on Once I get it alone I bone A whole deep along but that's another song We on the subject of these hoes, and they s**in' dick Don't frown hoes You the main ones don' it Crunchy Blac up in the b**h I tell the truth dog All these hoes goin' Don't let em' foll ya'll (Dj Spanish fly) Yo, this is Dj Spanish Fly Live at the shake joint And they shake the tooshie, watcha do Three 6 Mafia a worrrrrrrr.... (Koopsta Knicca) See I be swingin' at a b**h like a n***a tryin' to hit a pinata Ten n***as dicks up in your motherf**in' stomach Came across a dick They got you grippin' up on your head Buckin' on south spreadin' p**y Fool it farted Men, plaster fallin' up off the walls While I'm f**in' her like a dog She constantly lickin' on my balls All up on my dick And on my nuts It's just the best I be, rat tat tat tat tat had to watch how quickly that b**h react ______________________________________________________