Mobarshi - Black Hugh Hefner lyrics

Black Hugh Hefner Wavy a** n***a I'm feelin' ga**ed up And I ain't een buy swishers I'm coppin' bout an eighth of life Split it with my n***as And now I"m with a gang of hoes Claimin I"m for dinner Like hol up Give it time I ain't wittit dahmer You chewin on my face I gotta say, it is an honor You squirtin' like it's mace Damn girl you so nasty You came over to play Now there's stains on ya black tee Black hugh hefner Wavy a** n***a I'm feelin' ga**ed up And I ain't een buy swishers I'm coppin' bout an eighth of life Split it with my n***as And now I'm with a gang of hoes Claimin I'm for dinner [2] *instrumental ride* I don't trick or treat Nah n***a; I just treat tricks Honey on the tip Now your girl wants to hit a lick Hit that old man shuffle when I'm in a b**h I'm like 89 years old, I don't give a sh** Ya boy is mackin No apple store is around me Walk up in the party Spanish Mami's all surround me I was snotty nosed When these girls would just clown me Now they givin dome And the other ones will crown me King M.O.B You can ask ya f**in county Got lipstick on my body Gettin head like it's a bounty Sky's gettin cloudy And She's eatin weed brownies She's way too turnt I just hope I ain't the d**h of her Black Hugh Hefner Wavy a** n***a I'm feelin ga**ed up And I ain't een buy swishers I'm coppin bout an eighth of life Split it with my n***as And now I"m with a gang of hoes Claimin I"m for dinner. [2] Black Hugh Hefner Wavy a** n***a Black Hugh Hefner Wavy a** n***a Black Hugh Hefner Wavy a** n***a Black Hugh Hefner Wavy a** - wavy a** Bunnies all up on me And I'm guessin they ain't lonely About to crown em "Miss March, April May you rub up on me Like girl I'm diggin yo style Come thru for photo shoots I need to see exactly All those tricks yo tongue can do And maybe when we done, I may have that gift for you You said you have no gag reflex So all of this sh**'s for you Baby girl why you wylin You got body for days You say you and your father close Then why the f** you gettin paid On the couch, eatin lays I could care less You claimin that you have standards Then pick dare less Maybe if you picked truth, then the answer we'd see When asked "What you wanna do? tryna get on them knees?" If we heard no, you wouldn't been invited to this kickback Cause little miss too good to lay on her back So try and meet me by the cul de sac And we can chat I'll say sorry for all the attacks But for now I'm the Black Hugh Hefner Wavy a** n***a I'm feelin ga**ed up And I ain't een buy swishers I'm coppin bout an eighth of life Split it with my n***as And now I"m with a gang of hoes Claimin I"m for dinner