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Tytuł: Nasty boy

  • Wykonawca: Notorious B.I.G.
  • Wyświetleń: 928


     Uhh, I go, on and on and on and
  we'll take um to the crib and let your bone in
  Easy, call em on the phone and
  platinum Chanel cologne and
  I stay, dressed, to impress
  Spark these bitches interest
  Sex is all I expect
  if they watch TV in the Lex, they know
  They know, quarter past fo'
  Left the club tipsy, say no mo'
  except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow
  Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uhh
  Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)
  Man, she spilled a drink on my cream Wallows
  Reach the gate, hungry just ate
  Riffin, she got to be to work by eight
  This must mean she ain't tryin to wait
  Conversate, sex on the first date I state
  "You know what you do to me"
  She starts, "Well but I don't usually"
  then I, whipped it out, rubber no doubt
  Step out, show me what you all about
  Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse
  Pull your G-string down South, aoowww
  Threw that back out, in the parking lot
  By a Cherokee and a green drop-top
  And I don't stop, until I squirt
  Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work
  I remember we, went to Tennessee
  Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone
  Bitch named Symone
  Screamin, she feenin, for the semen
  Me bein, the man that I am
  Took her to her condo, pronto
  Half indian, I called her Tonto
  Rolled a crom-crom in the dark, pronto
  Few puffs, eyes got low
  and off to the bedroom we go *mmmmmm*
  Sex is drama, head to trauma
  Rip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrow
  Satisfyin all my needs twice
  With some whipped cream, handcuffs and ice
  The bitch is nice, word is born
  Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?
  Ladies, my Mercedes
  Hold fo' in the back, two if it's fat
  Keep a gat, for cats that try to test me
  They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley
  Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on
  Gaudy years jeans look like they painted on
  Ask thee, leave it up to me
  Lay her on back ever so gently
  She like the way the dope fold up, Rolls roll up
  Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up
  Hold up, there's DeGenero
  Dripped out, iceberg Capero
  Intro goes without speaking
  Call me Caese cause I keep em, we can go freakin
  all weekend, so, roll in
  Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin? Uhh
  

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