Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Lyle Lovette, artist - ATMOSPHERE. Album song Headshots: Se7en, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 31.01.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Rhymesayers Entertainment
Song language: English
Lyle Lovette |
Hoes and tramps |
buts and sluts |
bitches tricks |
tits and butts |
Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch demon |
and when you hear me screamin, I’m about to free the seamen |
wipe myself off on your couch cover |
if she talks any trash I’ll flash my box cutters |
cause I’m rougher than any pimp you’ve had in your life hoe |
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle |
kill that bullshit cause if baby gets trifled |
I’m lacing the liquor with some piss and some Lysol |
roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin’a sticky bun |
spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme some |
cause I’m a freak, I like the girls with tattoos |
I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru |
I take 'em two at a time, make 'em both say my name |
ain’t never had three, but best believe that I’m game |
and that’s the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble |
the inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle |
cruisin’lake street, gene pool ridin’shotgun |
got the flyest tricky’s from the Mississippi to Boston |
I’ve got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm |
the doors always open honey, come out of the storm |
yo I got daddy’s little girls, ones that always stay true |
I’ve got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic hair blue |
and I’ve got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavour |
she travels on business I’m gettin’down with the neighbors |
I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides |
one hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side |
got a Bloomington bitch with a pool in her apartment |
rug burns all over from fucking her on the carpet |
got the mega-mall hoes, make them all work the food court |
yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports |
got a stripper bitch with body jewels and fake titties |
and a hoe that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city |
but my favorite one, out of all of 'em, is YOUR girl |
I sway the tongue never once have I been forceful |
she lays it on like its a job that she loves |
who’s lips is these? |
the response is always slugs |
the Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray |
downtown women that like to fuck on the staircase |
north side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks |
love to open married women up to the pervertedness |
disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals |
I’m working with the way I trick 'em out, silly mortals |
the words I kick, the sport I play |
now what to say when I’m sittin at this buffet with these tasty morsels |
crusin down the street in my babies mom’s caprice |
February got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece |
hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute |
gimme nine and a half weeks and I’ll have that freak flippin two |
distribute and come across the ??? |
I know its hard being young girl, let me soothe the pain |
I understand you baby, straight up I understand |
now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin’pants down |
the only ones I don’t do is those under eighteen |
or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I mean |
I got sluts that love to give head, and I like to watch |
the way they move their tongue up and down my… |
Motherfucker! |
I can’t believe your sittin down here |
recordin’some bullshit like this |
(Hey man it’s just a song, it’s just a song, it’s like a joke) |
Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? |
you better take your ass over |
to that neglected girl you got there. |
(Why you always trippin’on me in front…) |
Motherfucker, you got a kid, how you rhyming about some bullshit like this? |