| Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up Daddy
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| Beat It Up, Beat It Up,
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| Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up Daddy
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| Beat It Up, Beat It Up,
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| You Know You want this pussy
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| Sure Do You know you want this pussy
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| Its true
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| You know you want this pussy
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| Bring It On You know you want this pussy
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| And i’m gone
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| With so much pussy on the city streets,
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| its kinda hard for a pimp keepin with these freaks,
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| But I tracks em’down, backs em’down, bustin they guts,
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| Leave pussy so gushi, overflowin with nuts,
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| I’m a hellified, superfied, pickle slingin mack,
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| Dick like a stick breaking off in your back,
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| Its explicit when I gets it baby all night long,
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| knock your head against the bead till the insides gone,
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| Give you big long wood, beat it real good,
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| I ain’t your man, i ain’t stan, but I wish I could,
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| An hour in the shower, then on top of the dresser,
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| Then the bed, give me head, and then I’m a letcha,
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| Ride that pole, make you say «OH»
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| The sex is incredible, the dick is like «WOAH»
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| Cussin, lustin, bout to get a nut when she looked at me,
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| and said
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| I come with, TV’s and DVD’s in the cars, and I Pack a big dick down in the drawers,
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| I’m the neighbourhood pickle slinger, pain bringer
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| Super sick big dick, nasty ass rap singer,
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| Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, get it Make that ass clap everytime that I hit it Now all I need, is liquor and weed,
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| two dyke bitches straight down to get g’s
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| See I got it up, gotta hit it, gotta get it,
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| Cuz I moved up,
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| Gotta split it, gotta fit it to a magnum,
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| Gotta fuck it, don’t love it, I don’t want none,
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| But you can have some, see I played homie
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| Fucked the bedspreads up, cuz I banged on it Hit tha hoe from the back and she sang homie
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| These same ass words from the same song, the same song
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| See this story takes place on a late night
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| I was on the lakefront trying to get some act right
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| Hoe was acting funny so I had to kick game
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| I said you be my queen, I be your king, and things will never change
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| Now I’m just sitting there, lookin at the beaver
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| Its Hairy like Barry and its bigger than Geneva
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| Something said stick my finger in it so I did
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| Then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and aww shit
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| I just don’t believe it, how could she concieve it My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to summer’s eve it Douche ya bush black, you smell like stepback
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| What the fuck is that (whoo!) tunacat
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| Put her out my Jag fast, tell that bitch you get no cash
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| Get your shit together shorty, clean your lil funky ass
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| Been alot of places, did alot of shows, met alot of people
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| fucked alot of hoes, I |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Beat It Up , by - Big Tymers. Song from the album Big Money Heavyweight, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп