Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Fish in a Pita , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Dominion, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопRelease date: 06.04.2017
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Fish in a Pita |
| Got me fired up |
| Might wanna keep that tied up |
| Get up (get up) |
| And get goin' right now |
| Ain’t feelin' right, feelin' wrong right now, hold up |
| Don’t need her, don’t need ya, won’t eat ya |
| Fish in a pita |
| Alright then (alright) |
| I ain’t trippin', I’m slidin', wait a minute |
| She pulled up in car at the crib |
| This was way before the Nina was a star and I lived |
| At my Granny’s, the girl that stepped out the car she was a whammy |
| Tight jean shorts, no panties, and her booty was uncanny |
| Went to school together, how 'bout some food endeavors |
| I wrote it smooth in a letter |
| She wrote back cool, whenever |
| So this is the day |
| Hopped in the car wit' her to a kissin' display |
| Later for eatin' now I’m on a mission to spray, okay |
| Hopped in the backseat |
| Movin' toward her with that heat |
| Between her legs, the wings are spread |
| I’m yearnin' for that cat meat |
| I’m wishin' to beat her |
| But I got sniffin' her skeeter |
| Through her clothes |
| I quit because she had the fish in the pita, ugh |
| Got me fired up |
| Might wanna keep that tied up |
| Get up (get up) |
| And get goin' right now |
| Ain’t feelin' right, feelin' wrong right now, hold up |
| Don’t need her, don’t need ya, won’t eat ya |
| Fish in a pita |
| Alright then (alright) |
| I ain’t trippin', I’m slidin', wait a minute |
| Big chick, pretty face |
| Okay I wanted to find out how them huge titties taste |
| Can’t remember what city, state |
| I wanted the kitty space |
| But I did this dizzy date on the bus after my show with a bigly shaped |
| Bitch, kissin' on me, chick is only |
| They told my hissin' homies |
| Dissin' on me, y’all trippin', nigga this a pony |
| They laughin' while I’m dashin' to the back |
| Finna be smashin' my pretty fat friend |
| Till her ass need a aspirin (hol' up) |
| Strippin' down, my dick is now (swole up) |
| Smells a fish and now my stick outta commission how (tore up) |
| I assume she hate to groom, funk illuminates the womb |
| Can’t believe she let fish in the pita fumigate the room, ugh |
| Got me fired up |
| Might wanna keep that tied up |
| Get up (get up) |
| And get goin' right now |
| Ain’t feelin' right, feelin' wrong right now, hold up |
| Don’t need her, don’t need ya, won’t eat ya |
| Fish in a pita |
| Alright then (alright) |
| I ain’t trippin', I’m slidin', wait a minute |
| If she sit on your lap and she got jeans on |
| And you smell that fish in the pita |
| She ain’t a bring home |
| That really mean the stream wrong |
| It seems strong to be comin' through her garments |
| So why would you want that fishy cream on your ding dong |
| Some women need just to stop treating their twats cheaply |
| If that’s between you we’re not eating it’s not freaky |
| So stop mistreating you’re not feeding me hot meaty |
| Fish in a pita leaking to ziti, or tzatziki, ugh |
| I know you women thinkin' this awful |
| But you know who you are and you’re livin' unlawful (if you’re stinkin') |
| Fellas I don’t know if anybody eva' taught you (fish in the pita) |
| It’s hard as hell to clean it up off you |
| Jesus |
| Hey man, what’s happinin'? |
| Alright then (alright) |
| I ain’t trippin', I’m slidin', wait a minute |