Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Take Em' Off , by - Bushwick Bill. Release date: 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 |