Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Loose, artist - Benny Blanco. Album song Spank Rock and Benny Blanco Are..Bangers & Cash, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.08.2008
Record label: Downtown
Song language: English
Loose |
Benny BOOM! |
Turn the bass up louder |
'Til every single titty jiggle harder |
She a hoochie watch the mini skirt ride up |
Dimes and pennies twerk, get it hotter |
Hoochies want to get on the guest list |
Eat a small dinner so you fit in your dresses |
Fuck a meal, go for mills |
Big breast get treated like guest |
I’m serving dick for breakfast, pussy pop |
She like three things: The club, money, sex, yes! |
Just like hip hop, did a full strut when we pulled up |
She said she like D’s, I said Deeeez nuts! |
Ain’t that what you want, a Hilton ain’t a Trump |
Make sex tapes get dicked, get dumped |
All this money make a bitch go dumb |
Coke on the tip will make a bitch go numb |
She ain’t nothing but a hoochie mamma |
She ain’t nothing but a hoochie mamma |
She ain’t nothing but a hoochie mamma |
Hood rat, hood rat a hoochie mamma |
Get Get Get Loose Now |
Get Get Get Loose Now |
Get Get Get Loose Now |
Get Get Get Loose Now |
Go head and get it nigga, you know you want it nigga |
She solid gold nigga, Anna Nicole nigga |
I’m about to show this glorified ho |
How my hip hop dick head bang like rock and roll nigga |
She got to have it cinematic like netflix |
HD documented pearl drop necklace |
She going to call herself a classy bitch |
Live in Chelsea but her naughty parts the meat pack district |
Got milk duds, face like Rihana |
Got me popping retro fashion |
That make me want to cash in, smashing |
Trim bush like Shirley last season |
What’s happenin' Roj! |
A prima donna in her Dolce and Gabbana |
You can find her well travel from Nicaragua to Ghana |
Up front, You bait her right and she going to bite like a piranha |
Cause she, she ain’t nothing but a hoochie mamma |
Oh n-n-no, hold up I got some shit to say |
Cause all these copy catting bitches copy me all day |
Call me out my name why don’t you come around my way |
I got my cousin baby mother and a brother on the way |
Fake bitches want to be this chick but they not |
I don’t lay on my back for tracks or sleep my way to the top |
Sex ain’t for beats or backstage passes, girl keep working that ass |
You smarter than I thought you got your heart on my man assets |
Oh no I cash his checks let’s not forget and I fuck to bust nuts |
Fuck a mans respect, I rap for money to spend to keep my panties wet |
And just to keep bitches mad I keep bitches in check |
Laying yourself in dirty sheets like hooker on the street |
Rocking your coochie like that Gucci that you bought up the street |
I got mad styles for days your styles been played |
And I every thing you rock today I did yesterday |
Now girls I met they wanna fight me, talking shit just tryin' to spite me |
Walk it off I top it off, wow you hood rats trying to bite me |
You have him? |
I been at him, girl I own that ass |
Little heffer hoochie momma please, you ain’t bad! |
Uhuh, See thats why I don’t like ya’ll bitches anyway |
Always up on my motherfucking man |
Trying to be cute |
You ain’t cute |
Shit, bitch is nasty |
Ya’ll bitchs is nas-ty |