Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eskimo Brothers, artist - One-2Date of issue: 09.07.2012
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eskimo Brothers |
| Friday night, High on the highways |
| Sitting sideways as my mind takes flight |
| In the car with the hot date |
| 5−8, Nikki Minaj slash Beyoncé type |
| Her ass is like jello |
| She had me at hello |
| Looking bad in those Steve Madden Stilettos |
| Hit the |
| She glows like a rose when blush is applied to her face |
| Sometimes her booty is too much for one to bear |
| Stun can’t help but drop my tongue and stare |
| As I watch her stripping in her underwear |
| Sexually love |
| Affair (yeah) |
| on at the night club |
| Mommy’s so fly when she walks in the room |
| She’s followed by white doves |
| Told me she likes thugs |
| Can’t nobody do it like I does |
| Pimpin' hoes hard |
| Composing masterpieces in the bedroom like a Mozart |
| Hit it then I quit it no time for monogamy |
| Passed that bitch to Prez, told her don’t bother me |
| Don’t know what is it about me |
| I can’t seem to keep a girl around me |
| For more than 60 seconds |
| Now she’s tripping |
| Telling me she can’t live without me |
| But I’m so cold, Oh so cold |
| Cuz I never gave a fuck about no ho |
| I just hit it then I quit it |
| Never stay committed |
| Passing her number to my boys |
| Yo, yo I met her on a Saturday |
| Night rise outside of the Mandalay |
| She want to ride so I told her be my passenger |
| She rolling shotgun like a nigga blasting her |
| I’m throwing buns in the air till they flash on her |
| All cause a nigga left my autograph on her |
| Only check that she gon' see bounce in my bank account |
| It’s that ass when it’s cash on her |
| I ain’t giving up shit though |
| Took her to the 'sino |
| Had a couple a shots found out she’s from the D, no? |
| Did a couple Pinos 'fore a few cinos |
| Now she with a baller that only shoots free |
| Throws |
| So she don’t choke when it come to the deepthroat |
| Tryin' to act innocent, knowing she a freak though |
| Pulling at my clothes |
| Like I don’t really need those |
| Trying to get the longwater, I got the green hoes |
| Rolling up the green, hoes |
| Blowing out weed smoke |
| Mommy on the bed and she looking like a steamboat |
| Waterbed wet watch her weed float |
| I know I just came I gotta leave though |
| Don’t know what is it about me |
| I can’t seem to keep a girl around me |
| For more than 60 seconds |
| Now she’s tripping |
| Telling me she can’t live without me |
| But I’m so cold, Oh so cold |
| Cuz I never gave a fuck about no ho |
| I just hit it then I quit it |
| Never stay committed |
| Passing her number to my boys |
| Yo Prez I swear she was a bad bitch |
| And like every dame she claimed she was a model slash actress |
| I put my balls in the fat lips |
| Left rashes on her knees from rubbing against the mattress |
| (We ran through that Bitch, she got lapped quick |
| One till you see that tat over her back, shiiiit |
| Yeah I pilled it, spanked it then I smacked it |
| Splashed it all over her rack, it’s pornographic) |
| Passed her like an assist after I made that trick cum |
| It ain’t no fun if the homies don’t get none |
| Pimps are like, Eskimo Brothers |
| We fucking the same bitch on a different night |
| (That's right, same type, might be your wife |
| She on my north pole but she don’t see no ice |
| One-2, El Prez we ain’t trading 'em right |
| Then she find out, now fuck it bitch, that’s the life) |
| Don’t know what is it about me |
| I can’t seem to keep a girl around me |
| For more than 60 seconds |
| Now she’s tripping |
| Telling me she can’t live without me |
| But I’m so cold, Oh so cold |
| Cuz I never gave a fuck about no ho |
| I just hit it then I quit it |
| Never stay committed |
| Passing her number to my boys |