Ho's and tramps, fucks and sluts
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Bitches, scams, tits, butts
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Bitches be creamin for this 8-inch demon
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And when you hear me screamin I'm about to free the semen
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Wipe myself off on ya couch cover
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If she talks any trash I'll flash my boxcutter
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'cuz I'm rougher than any pimp ya had in ya life, ho
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I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
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Kill that bullshit, cuz if baby gets spiteful
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I'm lacin her liquor with some piss and some lysol
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Rollin a shit brown Lincoln eatin a stickybun
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Spot-check the flock, PIG ONE is gonna give me some
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Cuz I'm a freak, I like the girls with tatoos
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Yo I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru!
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I'll take em two at a time, make em both say my name
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Ain't ever had three, but best believe that I'm game!
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and that's the key, game
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girl, I fit words like Scrabble
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the inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle
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Cruisin lakestreet, gene-pool ridin shotgun
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Got the flyest trickies from the Mississippi to Boston
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I got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm,
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the door's always open honey, come outta the storm
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Yo I got daddys' little girls, ones that always stay true
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got an uptown girl, she dyes her pubic hair blue
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and I got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavor
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she travels on business, I'm gettin down with her neighbors
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I got a freak, drives a bus, shows me love with the free rides
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a hundred hos in Saint Paul, but only one from eastside
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Got a Bloomington bitch with a pool at her appartment
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rugburns all over from fuckin her on the carpet
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gotta make em all hos make em all work the food court
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Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports
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Got stripper bitches, body jewels and fake titties
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got a ho that lives in Argo for when I escape the city
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But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl
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I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful
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She lays it on like it's a job that she loves
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Yo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug's
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The Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray
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And downtown women that like to fuck on the staircase
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northside chicks, southside chicks, suburban chicks
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Love to open married women up to the perverted mix!
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Disturbin your relationship, excuse my morals
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I work it with the way I trick em out, silly mortals
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The words I kick, the sport I play, know what to say
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when Im sittin at this buffet with all these tasty morsels?!
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But my favorite one outta all of em is your girl
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I sway the tongue, never once have I been forceful
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She lays it on like it's a job that she loves
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Yo whose lips are these? the response is always Slug's
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Cruisin down the street in my baby's mom's capris
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Febuary, got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece
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hit the bus depot, yo bu, you kinda cute
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give me nine and a half weeks
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and I'll have that freak [sniffin tude?]
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distribute income across the rotten fruited plain
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I know it's hard bein young girl let me soothe the pain
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I understand you baby, straight up I understand
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Now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin pants down
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The only ones I don't do is those under 18
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or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I mean
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I got sluts that love to give head, and I love to watch
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the way they move they heads up and down my. . .
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