Lyrics:
feel her up
Break her down and build her up
Hurt your shorty's self esteem
Cause she falls in love with lust
It's a dirty life I try to wash my hands off
me
Hot hands on your hips
And work it baby please
One kiss on the lips
It's summer by the sea
By the sea, by the sea, by the sea
Mr. Frisky
Bop bop,
to dirty story teller
Gather around children
For a tale you already know
Not of hell from above or heaven down below
Burned by the fog
Wandering through
looking out the window pane and in the rain and in the thing,
But in the way
If I say this is what it is forget the lip
Now what's my point, now I
(Wecko on the beat yo)
I took the dirty route
Running ‘round the southside, with a thirty out
Got older, then I took the cleaner route
Know you heard
The red devil gives the blue bird a pink-slip
The purple power showers green into the white lips
Not everything is so black and gold
Attack the mold, never
If only we can lay our hands
On that vixen Yu Shin Hua
Then all our problems will be over
Yu Shin Hua
You thought you'd find my weak spot
But
touch your tits and put my fingers in your gaps
I gotta say you've got beautiful eyes, now let me put me hands between your thighs
I touch your lips but
what i'm prone too
I'm by myself and I know you're alone too
I hate the world it makes me mad
She piss me off when did she get so down bad
Sometimes we
Mr President
You want my cherry sweet kiss
Marking your lips
Just take what I give
That look of lust in your face
You hands in my waist
There's
come on and hop up inside
I can show you the world in my ride
Now for my first trick, let's magically remove that lip gloss from your lips, although in
plan
To seat my daughters there by your right hand.
I know that you'll do what's right, Lord,
For they are the lanterns and you are the light.
Now I'm
black listed from shows, the rap antagonist
I work with ladies with brains twisted and talkin' loud and shit
I'll liqour it, fire spittin' women will
and twisted it up a bit, now the industry's having a heatstroke
Some say that rap is dead, but when I get the white, black, and red
And jump on the tour bus,
Ready to call Earl, it's your world, black man
Them devils can't stand how we makin moves, smooth
Avoidin legal hassles goin unseen
Like the hand that
dress on with some black high heels
My hands grippin those curves getting unlimited feels
Dress huggin all on your body nice and tight
Got my arms
dress on with some black high heels
My hands grippin those curves getting unlimited feels
Dress huggin all on your body nice & tight
Got My arms
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
fired by the gray man
With shaky hand
But not shaky enough to miss
Hit, Lost Boy in back
So-called Friend runs for door
Leaves First Son
Jack Brown
You're the dirty heck that shot your woman down
Said yes, oh yes my name is Willy Lee
If you've got the warrant just a-read it to me
Brown
You're the dirty hack that shot your woman down
I said, "Yes sir, my name is Willie Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her
fashion black magik
The left hand shaking
the right hand of god
a souther preacher's grin
and a black magic woman's nod
brothers and sisters a bad seed's
lips
Big ass tits
And she roll my spliffs
And she bump my hits
They really all talk they ain't down for nothin
All in my cup I'm sippin somethin
Sippin
your lips
I love your curves I love your hips
Ill dry your tears fight your fears
Be by your side I'll give my life
I'll hold your hand and be your man
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