Intro [saukrates] {choclair [pour fador] {hear this [hey, I got my reasons man. conkescador. respect ’em] {let me just say this [you know what I’m saying] {you’re a very pretty girl [you know it’s a lie Aaaaah] {where’s your attitude, which was ugly as a motherfucker You really need to tighten that shit up [that was real, that’s real How you make me feel sugar, God damn!] {you got to fix yourself [you know everything is everything] {’cause there’s gonna be one nigga... that might just snap on your ass
[choclair] It’s 10:15 up in the am, scratch the back, cough the phlegm I hear the phone ringing I wipe the sleep from the tear ducks Phone’s ringing, sun’s blazing through the curtains Ignore the phone calls, pager bawls Check the number, it’s 4-1-6-k-c-t-2-2-6-4 The 3 means for me to go an call back immediately I call back and I’d myself as the chizz-knocka
[saukrates] Yo, what up potna? I got a little story to tell About this heavy chickenheaded, brow eye cocktail Nipples like pickles, did her well to the dills Spinning in the background, all I could hear was wedding bells ’cause the cock had me locked on pussy detention Forgot to mention ass cheeks was heavy, broke my suspension And even got to say what happened Her body language spoke a new form of rapping Pussy so tight she grabbed my dick with it and started clapping When we were done, she said ’thank you sugar’ (sugar) I analyzed her barbed wire tattoo ’round her ankles Would have taken the time to study it before I hit it Was killing to get in it, So I choose to peep the g right after we done did it I’m telling you this because I’m the sweet pussy critic I reminisce on ass, pussy, tits and thick lips all over my long prick You the shit brown eyes, you the shit’s what I said I see you doing movies, getting all up in my nigga’s head Peep what I said, you the bomb and my mind is caught But listen, the dick is long but the time is short, it’s you I’m dissing You pissing in the wind sugar, I’m ice cold You ain’t never gonna win sugar, I’m twice as bold As the average pussy chasing, look who you facing I read you body language, now please get out my basement
[choclair] But that some shit nigga I bet if you wanted to, You’d make that pussy drip like your snotbox up in the winter Or watch your picture I knew this trick that was similar to yours With the tits that stood up, just like the lights upon an ’89 accord As sharp as a sword, with these nipples like ? ? ? ? ? I was like farmer brown, ’cause I was picking to get in it Her body looked stolen from a stacey dash mold If you seen the hold on that ass, shit! (shit) The cactus had my brain blitzed like I’m smoking l’s up in the stairs My pipe is getting full with the liquid joe(? ) Yo, I wanted to unload and make it spread like pour-ed milk on the floor The center fold, had me rocked if I stood up Her shoulders being tapped, yo I’m fiending for the cat I wonder if she’ll feel me I’m breaking through my jeans, lips looking mad big Like she could suck the green off army fatigues Body smooth like a gs3, double ooh on the body I would do She can take the chizz right out the knock-aaah You guess you get rock more tricks than the sea For the chizz-y (chizz-y), real-ly (real-ly) You see you just pissing in the wind sugar, I’m ice cold You ain’t never gonna win sugar, I’m twice as bold As the average pussy chasing, look who you facing I read you body language, now please get out my basement
Outro [saukrates] Let’s go conquistadoris, chocola-tay, oooooww Aight, bring it back so I could double this
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