Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song WCSR , by - Kid Rock. Release date: 18.02.2015
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
WCSR |
| Fuck bitches dry, fuck 'em on the rag |
| Tag their toes, check off my list |
| Hoes get fucked, they don’t get kissed |
| A simplistic pimp, getting much respect |
| I’ll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt |
| Jet set the country on the world purse |
| Just to show you how a real pimp works |
| Remove your shirt, show me them titties |
| I’ll drive my dick right through your twin cities |
| Around your bends, over your curves and ass |
| Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas |
| Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what |
| Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, what you say |
| Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what |
| All world class, well |
| It ain’t nothing like black pussy on my dick |
| Word to your momma and your sister, bitch |
| I play hoes like a motherfuckin’football game |
| I pull my dick out and then say it’s good y’all came |
| Y’all did your thing, worked a nigga from front to back |
| In the Bill Clinton presidential cadillac |
| We smoked a sack, the bitches couldn’t handle that |
| Blew out my brains and left no stain |
| I can’t complain, shit, it’s all done with game |
| I fucked so many hoes, I can’t remember their names |
| But it ain’t about that, bitch, I really doubt that |
| Just turn the lights out and put my dick where your mouth at |
| (Snoop Dogg) |
| Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes |
| (Kid Rock, you got the sex rhymes) |
| Snoop, I got the presidential sex rhymes |
| (My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, haha) |
| I’m on a private jet out of J-F-K |
| Sippin’a vex, feelin’a-o-k |
| Looked across the aisle and who did I see |
| Bill motherfuckin’Clinton sittin’next to me We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs |
| The stewardess walked up, asked us for our autographs |
| I thought I was mack and I gave her two free shirts |
| Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt |
| So I stuck five, and that made ten |
| Shit, two roosters and only one hen |
| Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet |
| We tag-teamed that freak at thirty-thousand feet, haha |
| Yeah, thirty-thousand motherfuckin’feet flying high, ooh |
| Kid Rock and George motherfuckin’Bush |
| And we thought we does it the most in the coast |
| Shit, we got the sex rhymes, hold it, hold it Let me see if you got some gangsta shit, homey |
| Cause if you do, I’m a kick something for you |
| A little something like this |
| Oh shit, some gangsta shit |
| All I need is a gangsta bitch |
| Cause gangsta shit is all I kick |
| I fucks with a black, brown or a white chick |
| Bitch you can act like you ain’t with the shit |
| I’m here to strip a bitch, and cold pimp a bitch |
| Lookin’for love in all the wrong places |
| Lookin’for love, fuck love, it’s two races |
| Smoking it up in too many places |
| Bustin’a nut in too many bitches’faces |
| Well, I’m Kid Rock, got pussy galore |
| You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more |
| Got scores of whores, and macks know what’s up |
| 'You's a player', nope, I’m a flat-out slut |
| Got what you came for, yes indeed |
| Ecstasy and a sea of weed |
| Got a seed to plant in a field of crack |
| I wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack |
| You can hold my sack while I pack your bag |
| You can rub my back while I tap your keg |
| One leg on the dash and one on the floor |
| I’ll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more |
| (Kid Rock) |
| Money, hoes, tits and asses |
| We got the goods and the bullshit pass us We got whatever you need |
| (I got ecstasy), I got pounds of weed |
| (Kid Rock) |
| Money, hoes, tits and asses |
| We got the goods and the bullshit pass us We got whatever you need |
| (I got ecstasy), I got pounds of weed |