cash off that after no mask off Pussy your heart pumpin but your brain gone Think somethin sweet I snatch the heat and get the flame throwin I stuff two different caliber shells in my
oww oww oww ... Eat the pussy up, Eat the pussy up Eat the pussy up, Eat the pussy up Eat the pussy up, Eat the pussy up Eat the pussy up, Eat the pussy
all your horny friends! [Verse 2: Fresh Kid Ice] I wear my leather in the summer to every show With my whip around my neck, I control the hoes My sexual
so disrespectful [Verse 1] Your daddy fucked your mama then fucked your sister Then climbed in the bed playin with your sugar Go 'head, take your belt
that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket and
me enter in your kiss Nigga save me, suck my what? I'll kill your babies nigga So the wicked was the corner place, dweller place Never gon' eat that, eat
I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh) I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh) I'm what they want, I'm what they want (uh) Come here let me show
can. And pussy? I'm gettin' that fam. My dick's been in more holes Than my brain's gone in a cat scan. And battle me son? You don't really want it. Comin' back with my
celebrate Ok, I'm on my grizzle On my grind Go ahead try, top my shine I'm on my way, anyday Tell them niggas better have my cake What you think Nigga
weapons that eat through the flesh And I never eat you unless the fuckin, meat looks fresh I got a lion in my pocket, I'm lyin, I got a nine in my pocket
Fever, what you catch when you see her Cheater, that be you check your beeper 9-1-1 Never Eve stressin' for your lovin' I don't want none Peep her, two
high to this (The world's crazy, son yeah... you know) We gon' high to this (just something about her) My girl's a killa, my girl's a killa (You know,
it is [Young Dro:] Okay, yellow ice, foreign car Foreign broad, porn star Y'all pussy niggaz lost like you forgot your Onstar 26 inches, oh, put that on my
okay, I'm all about my money Where my money (Hell Rell) I'm all about my money Where my money bitch Yeah, I'm all about my money Where my money [Verse
pants and a funky-assed sweater He claims he wants to get something to eat But every day you find yourself getting beat He gets your money and you run
baby Extra bright, I want y'all to see this Turn up the lights in here, baby You know what I need Want you to see everything Want you to see all of the
bro I'm an Irish lad, but don't call me Clancy I'm gonna rock it for Dixie to suit your fancy Rock your pants off and party my dick off People want to
me, Blackman and Funk Daddy Def Stef Bitches, they think I'm sexist but all I want baby is your grits for breakfast Eggs, bacon, home cooked fries and gimme a plate of that pussy