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Ol' Dirty Bastard
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Kiss Of The Black Widow
Let me tell y'all all something motherfuckers (Oh you complaining about that man?) Yeah, them motherfuckers belong to us Straight up, tell all ya'll motherfucking hoes
Ya'll motherfuckers know what's the fucking time You think we don't love you motherfuckers? Run in to the motherfucking courts With all that bullshit, motherfuka
I'm letting all ya'll motherfuckers know I'm getting tired a that shit You motherfucking triple breed motherfuckers Bitches we love you motherfucka
Bobby Digi, Bob Digital shit is critical Laid the fuck up inside the hospital It's a riddle of a sphinx bitch had me jinx wid hijinx Cuban links snatched from my neck, it was the sex
This 12 ounce bottle of bex had me drunk One night laid up wit the Ol' Dirt and ten bags of skunk Just met this hoe last month Lookin' like a Benz with a woofer in the trunk
I pushed up like a push-up stick One hand up near my cheek the other hand was holdin' my dick I said, 'Power equal, boo' RZA people, I be Bobby D-I-G-I too
(Is that right?) Word and exact Girl you got a smile that a make a nigga heart crack (For real?) Word to grill like a thousand dollar bill Close your eyes count to three and click you heels
And we could end up at my place face to face Butt naked I'll invade your inner space Straight up boo, damn I can taste it One drop of sperm the God wouldn't waste it
もっと沢山の歌詞は ※ Mojim.com Over the quilt I rather put it inside you so your breast be filled with milk And we could lay up and I could squeeze until it tilts My house built on stilts is bangin' like the Hilton
Look how you feelin', gimme some feeback boo 'cause I need that (Look Bobby, where's the beer and the weed at?) Look girl, shit I got more than a little She set me up for the kiss of the black widow
You couldn't get a flick of the hype outfit 'Cause the way that I'ma dress this style is mad wild Enough to make a crowd of women scream, oww
Whether at a party or just in bed Or thoughts of Ason bitch keep that in your head My beats are funky my rhymes are spunky Sometimes I say, 'Well motherfucka, what's the recipe?'
I don't know I ask my ma, she don't know Go ask ya poppa It's all about me in the place to be Nigga you all that, uhh
Motherfucka that shit is due it's mad Motherfucking game and it's a goddamn shame How many motherfuckas wanna know this name, Ason Yo I lock on, pass the break, shake and motivate, stimulate
By this ways that you dying you have in your clutch Fall in love like a drug, call out into her love flood Fuck her so much dunn you'll only bust blood
Caught inside the scud missle grip like tissue Now I'm laid up inside the hospital Bobby Digital's on critical 'cause the testicles is drained
Huh, huh Nah, I ain't doing it right, right? Huh
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