| I would like to dedicate this song
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| To every girl who’s sucked my dick «thank you»
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| And from the bottom of my heart, girls I really mean that shit
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| All praises to your lips, for the many nights of bliss
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| I mean you gotta love somebody who puts their mouth where you piss
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| It’s like this
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| Shit I would do it if I could
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| But girl you know I’d break my back tryin' to polish my own wood
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| So it’s, all to the good girl, do it like a gee-o
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| You got them kinda lips that make nigga slap his P.O.,
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| Although I don’t have one
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| If that’s what you need, to keep you on your knees
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| Please believe you’ll catch a bad one
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| Go back to what I said
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| I dedicate this song to every girl who’s gave me head
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| Especially the ones
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| Who knew it was time to swallow without a word being said
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| And didn’t get mad if I didn’t give a warning
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| She just put it down her hatch, and kept on performing
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| You know, rockin' the mic, cleanin' the pipes
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| Or if she’s a real head doctor she might say sumpt’n like
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| «Oh, fuck my face! |
| I wanna see how I taste!»
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| Huh, and when the homies call
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| «Uhh, What up, though»
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| I simply let 'em know that Agent Scully’s on the case
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| And hella broads be fake
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| Talkin' bout they don’t swallow, they don’t like how it tastes
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| I say it’s no home trainin'
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| Kinda like leaving a table before you clean your plate
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| I wasn’t born with this shit it took twelve years to make
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| And you gonna let it go to waste? |
| «hell no» let me put it all in place
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| You put in all this work you might as well finish the race
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| C’mon, you don’t leave work early on pay day
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| You get your check before you walk so go ahead
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| And jack the magic beans right up out the stalk
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| Then plant 'em down your throat, who knows
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| The next day your freestyles might be dope
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| Nope! |
| I’m just kiddin' «FUCK A NON-SWALLOW TRAMP!»
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| This song is a tribute to the cock suckin' champs
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| The deap throat divas with jaws like clamps
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| Lickin' ball like stamps, even when she’s got the cramps
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| That’s a No Limit Soldier, True Master of the P
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| But I make 'em say AHHH when I’m servin' ghetto D
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| I love the oral OG’s, with rings in their tongue, shit I had to tell this one
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| You should move it to your tonsils cuz a niggas well hung
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| Huh, naaahh; |
| I kill me, but check it out, feel me
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| I had this one broad who used to go at the job
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| Like a woman with no teeth versus corn on the cob
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| Wanted to stop her half way just to say good job
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| So if you got a girl and she dont slob your knob
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| I’m here to let your stupid ass know that your bein' robbed
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| And your dame is tired
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| Tell her to step into your office — «YOUR FUCKIN' FIRED!»
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| And if by the next album, she’s still not suckin'
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| I’mma make a new song with step by step instructions
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| Easy for her ass to follow, the moral of the story is
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| The mean bitches suck and the nice girls swallow
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| I said mean bitches suck and nice girls swallow
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| «Oooh, oooh, oooh! |
| I knew I knew ya. |
| Damn it to hell
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| I knew your face looked familiar to me. |
| Man, back in the day
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| Your wife could suck the MEANEST
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| Well I know you know, you a lucky man.»
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| «You scum sucking son of a bitch!!!
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| That’s my ho you talk. |
| uh, my wife you talkin' bout!»
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| «Oooh, oooh, oooh! |
| Now I remember
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| I even remember your name!
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| They used to call you Jawbone!»
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| «Aaaghhhh!!!» |