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Copywrite - On My Dick lyrics
* send corrections to the typist It's Copywrite! Not the type to borrow I'm scheming Shut the fuck up and listen to the following meaning A role model for those willing to follow a demon of one night stands of hoes willing to swallow my semen O.H. ten. Where the fuck y'all at? Now say 'Fuck you Copy!' "Fuck you Copy!!", motherfuck y'all back Wanna shoot me cuz I called your man wack But you bear no arms, therefore can't clap Better respect your boss and accept the loss That I.Q. rock sets metal detectors off You got juice? That's pulp fiction Pick up your girl and get brain in the car like Jules and Vincent Too fatal, unable to crash Sluts I introduce to anal call me a pain in the ass Buy a drink for a bitch that I think I'm a hit Then I finger fuck her. If my finger stinks, I'm a split! [HOOK] Bitch! Dance to my shit! Shake that ass slut! Get that ass up! Bitch! Dance to my shit! Shake that ass like a ho! Act like you know! Come on! Bitch! Dance to my shit! If you don't suck my dick in the club You won't get in the club! I said Bitch! Dance to this Hands in my pants on my dick! My crew don't give two fucks on the scene to ball Twenty deep and two bucks between us all We ain't come to dance we came to see you brawl And while y'all fighting I'm taking your chains keys and all Hoes glance, no romance. We stick cock in 'em Slow dance with hoes strictly to pick pocket 'em Y'all bought the bar out, but can't be drunk Cuz I pissed in your brandy while y'all was dancing to, Ante Up That ain't Cris y'all drinking It's piss y'all drinking That's why you're bitch all stinking Megahertz profile on the low while you got no style You ain't hostile. You HOE style All up in the V.I.P. trying to pop Cris Meanwhile your fiancee got her face where my crotch is Watch this. Pull out a twenty, she's topless No telling what the bitch'll do when I empty my pockets Trying to get her in the Hyatt to stick If she ain't giving me pussy, I ain't buying her shit Push the tired bitch from the driver's side of my whip Jerk off. When I see my crew, lie on my dick. Come on [HOOK] Six foot four. Skinny white kid your bitch looks for Not cuz I'm rich but because my dick won't fit through doors Fuck tipping a bartender. Let a bigger rap star enter I'll key his paint job and dent his car fender Give me a straight shot of the strongest shit in the house Sit in the couch say "AHH" take this dick in your mouth What's all the bitching about? My mission's every bitch in sight is stripping 'em I'm gripping your tits and ripping 'em out And fuck security. They don't worry me Drinks on the house with counterfeit currency I'm high but twenty gun packing. Nun slapping Oh, you ran out of liquor? Better run back in Champ war. Bending over sluts with their pants tore But can't score since I'm throwing up on the dance floor My mans tore the club up. Trife as fuck Tomorrow night we'll do it again, but twice as drunk Come on [HOOK] |
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