Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Take Em' Off, artist - Bushwick Bill.
Date of issue: 07.12.2010
Song language: English
Take Em' Off |
I like a bitch with a motherfuckin big ass |
The kind you bounce on and end up with a whiplash |
When it’s bent over Bushwick Bill is in quick fast |
Makin that, nasty noise, somethin like splish splash |
Get another jimmy, and then I’ll work it real fast |
As you can see, I handle hoes like a dish rag |
I never liked to kiss a bitch, rather lie and diss a bitch |
Boo I got the flu, but if you wanna kiss a dick |
Say that then, come down and see the special man |
I’ll be waitin with my king-size dick in hand |
Come through my window, ass first |
I’ma let you have it, I’m gonna grab it, I’m gonna stab it |
Like a rabbit I’m drivin that fuckin pole |
Turn you around and I’m inside that suction hole |
Back and forth in the hotel, if we on the back road |
In the backseat, bitch off wit’cha clothes |
Bitch you just let those high heels fly |
Off came the shirt, I felt my dick get hard |
Because her so-called bra fits her tits like a wristband |
Pulled down my pants, it’s time to let the dick stand |
I’ma play the hit man, you can play the victim |
Make the skirt drop bitch, take the wristband with 'em |
Now we at the good part, before my dick gets soft |
I wanna hit the gluttimus, uterus, bitch take 'em off |
Take 'em off, take 'em off |
Take your motherfuckin drawers off, bitch! |
Take 'em off, take 'em off |
Take your motherfuckin drawers off, bitch! |
7th Ward niggas come with two hardheads |
One called a dome, one at my mosshead |
Keep in my pants but when you dance like dat |
You make my second hard head need a hi-hat |
Because now it’s at full extension |
With one eye open, lookin for a trench |
When influenced with my 40 and my mally oh lordy |
I’m goin after every pussy poppin in the party |
Now you can be fat, fine, ugly or skinny |
Just take your motherfuckin drawers off, bitch gimme |
(Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?) |
Put your booty in the air bitch, I’ma make it clap |
(Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?) |
Spread your legs wide open, bitch I’ma break your back |
Don’t tell me you a virgin, bitch I ain’tcha fuckin dummy |
Cause if I give you money you’ll be fuckin like a bunny |
But sorry ol' honey ain’t sweet enough for these dollars |
So put your chapstick on and hit your knees, swallow |
And then I’ma make you holla when I hit the back fender |
Shake it up, shake it up like a shake in the blender |
So if you want that salad tossed |
Make it happen you big booty bitch take your motherfuckin drawers off |
Ahhhh, yeah that’s right |
Ask the king Lil' James, Big Chief and ol' Bido One |
We don’t go for the okey-doke |
I Rap-A-Lot since I was a tot |
So take 'em off you big booty skanless bitch |