Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Mess It Up , by - P$C. Song from the album 25 To Life, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 22.08.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Atlantic
Song language: English
Mess It Up |
| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up |
| Get your hair done, do it all |
| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up |
| Pull your hair and mess it up |
| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up |
| Get your hair done, do it all |
| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up |
| Pull your hair and mess it up |
| Ain’t no special bitches, shit, we talk to you all the same way |
| Same way, me and him fucked you on the same day |
| Pass the purple, don’t you like the way I press connect |
| I let you drive |
| In her thighs, soaking wet I’m mesmerized |
| That little bitty skirt, them big o’l legs |
| Shawty said «break some bread» |
| I said «look you ain’t got to beg» |
| I ain’t that type of player |
| I get hoes, I ain’t gotta pay them |
| Gimme my shopping bag and take your ass to Pick-A-Player |
| Baby, I heard you got a cake mixer, sugar daddy |
| Spending up them Benjamins |
| I heard he got you a lot of things, even a new Mercedes Benz |
| Chanel, Gucci, Fendi, Prada, all the things you look good in |
| Your own personal masseuse, now your muscles easy to bend |
| Gone before the weekend, I’m here for the weekend |
| Just you and I, Victoria, keep a secret |
| I’m swearin' now to hell, I ain’t done 'til I see the sun |
| Crush that noise 'fore you wake the neighbors up |
| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up |
| Get your hair done, do it all |
| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up |
| Pull your hair and mess it up |
| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up |
| Get your hair done, do it all |
| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up |
| Pull your hair and mess it up |
| Louis, Gucci, Prada kicks, Fendi, and a lotta shit |
| He bought it all to tell 'em how you suckin' nuts and swallowin' dick |
| He think you just a college bitch, you ain’t been to college, bitch |
| You ain’t even know these niggas you hollering at |
| I bet you suck a lotta dick, she said «that's right» with confidence |
| I called the bitch a hoe, she took it as a compliment |
| Gagging on the dick and drinking nut until she vomited |
| Common sense would tell a nigga that he ain’t supposed to sponsor this |
| Let me tell you one thing, I’m the man of this house |
| Even if you got another man at the house |
| What I look like givin' you some bread to go out |
| You gon' hit a nigga up when the club break out |
| I’ma play my song, you gon' show that thong |
| Give me fine head while on my way home |
| In my '91 Fleetwood, the grill and the chrome |
| The seats rolled back and it’s 6 in the morning |
| And I feel like chopping, fuck iHop |
| You must be crazy, I ain’t making no stop |
| The deal was to chill at the spot for an hour |
| Beat the pussy up, now I’m back on the highway |
| Talkin' bout some cash, you can kiss my ass |
| Don’t, keep it shut 'fore you make me mad |
| I’m a cold-hearted mack, you can check my stacks |
| Give a hoe, that’s a motherfuckin' fact |
| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up |
| Get your hair done, do it all |
| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up |
| Pull your hair and mess it up |
| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up |
| Get your hair done, do it all |
| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up |
| Pull your hair and mess it up |
| I got you fly in Chanel, that high off your smell |
| Look at your eyes and tell you inspire by the pimp attire |
| Lift them thighs in the air |
| She ain’t like the usual, something like a superwoman |
| A lot of fools want her, but she diss illusions and keep they hundreds |
| Breaking bread, mainly 'cause I seen that you gon' make the stacks |
| Yeah I’m a player, that’s why you ask «Wanna hit it from the back?» |
| Fuckin up your new doo, lookin' like we came out the swimming pool |
| Fast strokin' your poo-poo, my imagination like voodoo |
| All she get is dick from me, she said her name was Tifany |
| No longer do I fuck with her, I had an epiphany |
| I keep her 'round, then I be ripping that white Zinfandee |
| Ay, I’m squeezing 'em, I’m squeezing 'em |
| I do it so terrifically |
| Toya, Tasha, Cara, Isha, all wanna get with me |
| They see me rocking Fendi, Gucci, Prada, ain’t no pimp in me |
| Buy you this, buy you that, why should I? |
| I am fly |
| The only thing you need to do is open your mouth, open your thighs |
| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up |
| Get your hair done, do it all |
| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up |
| Pull your hair and mess it up |
| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up |
| Get your hair done, do it all |
| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up |
| Pull your hair and mess it up |