Trick-trick - Vagina lyrics

[Intro] We holla at 'em like [Verse 1] These n***as talkin' bout they walk, talk, and think bossy I'm in the Trump Tower shower washin' ink off me Two ugly b**hes in my bed, moochin' drinks off me My mini bar's empty, but that's just how I'm livin' I'm in the presidential suite with two freaks I call 'em my Kennedy Fried Chickens "Aww, yeah, I'm back, b**hes" But this is, kinda like my wilder style, vicious Say when I'm sippin', I turn into Shallow Hal I must have been high or somethin' cause I could of swore That one of these b**hes told me to buy her somethin' I told her "I got a present for you right here" (What?) "Actually it's not a present, it's my penis" I'm feelin' plastered, so what they fat women I feel like I have to bite the Apple like the Mac emblem One of the b**hes like, "Oh, I love you so much I love Slaughterhouse, I love Joey, Joell, Crooked, all you guys" Shut up "I don't like it when you talk" (What?) "Cause that just means you're not s**in' my co*k" b**h I'm on everything, I don't know what you just had I'm 'bout to slip and fall and head bu*t your a** like Superbad One of 'em started s**in' me super fast, the other one I gave Arabian Goggles, they flier than alien model, for now These b**hes givin' me brains until I'm out of mines That's when I had an epiphany like (Stop!) Vagina time [Hook] "Vagina" (What?) "Vagina" (What?) "I wanna have s** with your vagina" "Vagina" (What?) "Vagina" (What?) "E=MC Vagina" (Come on) We holla at 'em like [Verse 2] I swear these little punks be wildin' Claimin' they only f** bad b**hes, chopper stylin' I be swimmin' in trash b**hes goin' dumpster divin' I met a b**h on the street, she said she want a n***a that's deep I'm deep, I said "I'm the Indian Jones of explorin' crotch I'm the Shakespeare of enormous co*k" I told her I got an 'oh so flow mean', rope-a-dope? Nope I got a Poconos swing, little b**h riddle me this (Come on) "What's the difference between a girl's mouth and a girl's vagina?" (What?) "There is none, I want my penis to inside both of those things" I know you gazin' at the words I text I ain't a virgin, your wife ain't the first bird I pecked She ain't per-fect, she per-plexed, she can't quite think Your baby girl ain't right like birth defects My religion is God body gynecology I work with s**, feelin' no pain like Percocets Sellin' syrup and wet in church and sweat You herb n***as got me twisted like cursive text n***a I cling to her, I'll give her hella smoke I'll sing to her, I'll tell her hella jokes like "Why did my penis cross the road?" (What?) "To get to the other vagina" [Hook] "Vagina" (What?) "Vagina" (What?) "I wanna have s** with your vagina" "Vagina" (What?) "Vagina" (What?) "2 + 2 = Vagina" (Come on) We holla at 'em like [Outro] "My dick is like an airplane, it gives girls orgasms I'm the Wayne Gretzky of s**ual stuff I'm the, Hulk Hogan of slammin' muff Love is for girls and gays (What?) If you wanna be with me it goes one of two ways Either you have s** with me, or you have s** with me Girls love my s**, I'm a good s** man Cause my s** is the best, I'm like Jean Claude Van Damme But instead of fight people, I have s** with them"