Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Talk Like Sex, artist - J-Love. Album song Legends Vol 3, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 27.04.2009
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: J Love Enterprise, Money Maker Entertainment
Song language: English
Talk Like Sex |
Can’t ya diggit, Honey? |
Rated XXX |
For the ladies, one hundred and ninety-five pounds of beef, |
chinky eyes, curly hair and gold teeth, |
Swingin’with this here stud, you need practice, |
i’m leaving floods of blood on your mattress, |
I’ll leave you holdin’your swollen backside and rollin', |
fillin’all three holes just like bowlin', |
Don’t ask me what the price is, |
but it’s more than your battery-operated devices, |
And I come fully equipped, |
with a temperature adjustment to heat up the tip, |
For demonstrations, watch me slam her, |
you’ll notice the sound of steady poundin', |
Like a jackhammer once on it, ya can’t cop out, |
i’m poundin’ya down until your eyeballs pop out, |
I’m not your ordinary player, |
because you’ll leave in a wheelchair, dear, after I lay ya, |
Get a grip on your headboard and hold on to it, |
or get sent right through it, |
Bite your nipples when I lick 'em, |
not gentle when I stick 'em, huh, |
I’ll leave 'em lookin’like a rape victim, |
any girl who steps to it, |
Ends up gettin’their stomach pumped like Rod Stewart, |
i do a damn good job, |
That’s why — |
Chicks are on my dick like a human shish kebab |
Only nineteen and over permitted, |
no matter how much young girls wanna be with it, |
You ain’t ready for the bed, |
you still got a pussy like Isaac Hayes’head, |
Come back in five years, |
when ya grow some hairs and when ya started drinkin’beers, |
I’m hittin’hookaz by the dozen, |
makin’ya wetter 'cause I fuck better than your husband, |
Givin’ya girl back spasms, |
cause G Rap has 'em orgasm after orgasm, |
Change the sheets? |
Ya must be kiddin', |
ya gotta change the whole box spring, |
I ain’t bullshittin', you get hit with hysteria, |
cause I’ma bury a big one inside your private area, |
All hell is in your tush, |
when Kool G. Rap push pushes inside this bush, |
Anotha homegirl flinches, |
but I got inches for all you lil’wenches, |
The letter G is better when it comes to the letter X, |
An’I’ma talk like sex |
Rated XXX |
Can’t ya diggit, Honey? |
Rated XXX |
Some say that I’m nasty plus, |
hookaz are mad because they can’t outlast me, |
Girl, you ain’t too small, |
cause I turn your crystal to one size fits all, |
So if you’re still confused when I’m screwin', |
let me explain to you exactly what I’m doin', |
Exploring your body like a biologist, |
inventin’new ways just like a scientist, |
Taggin’my name on your buns just like a printist, |
while I’m hurtin’your ass just like a dentist, |
You’re so wild I feel like I’m a zoologist, |
stretchin’your shit more than a gynecologist, |
I’m gonna twist your ass to death, miss, |
and when you piss, you’ll see more stars than an astrologist, |
G Rap is hot blooded, freakin’horny, |
far from corny, come and jump on me, |
I’m not small and all, I won’t break down a stall, |
i drive the ass up the wall, |
Nuts and everything are well in shape, |
the only thing missin’on my dick is a cape, |
Let’s get togetha, honey, ya never know what’s next, |
and I’ma talk like sex, |
Rated XXX |
Can’t ya diggit, Honey? |
Rated XXX |
Big girls try to squash me, |
but I think with my dick, honey, so come and brainwash me, |
Hit the sack cause I ain’t jokin', |
cause when I start pumpin’shit up, I leave it smokin', |
So ya betta hold on tight all right, |
cause my dick is a brown stick of dynamite, |
A stick, a trick, and it kills her, |
i’m probably related to Long Dong Silver, |
But it gets gooder and gooder, |
every time I grab a hooka and I put her on my frankfurter, |
Kiss your breasts to your navel and then I skip, |
cause the only thing I’m lickin’is your ass with a whip, |
And it’s a real freaky scene, |
i’m hittin’girls with their heads in a guillotine, |
Why certainly I’m squirtin', |
bust your nut and get up and wipe my dick on your curtain, |
Pushin’your head to the pillow, |
and givin’more pleasure than a double-headed dildo, |
A big ass gives me a hard-on, |
but I fuck bitches with titties like Dolly Parton, |
Time or place doesn’t matter to me, sweety, |
i’ll fuck you on the A train while I write graffiti, |
In a restaurant, takin’you straight to heaven, |
in a cab or the back of 7−11, |
Whether you’re white and the music you like is rock, |
you can come and get some hip-hop cock, |
Consider this dick on your clitoris, |
but never try to flex, cause I’ma talk like sex. |