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Too Short - Lollypops lyrics
Tell a nigga.. telephone, telegram; two-way that motherfucker Somebody let him know.. tell that nigga His bitch is out of pocket [Verse One] It was me and yo' broad, ridin in my 'llac She tried to climb on top of me and slide on my lap I said hold on baby, we almost to the spot We gon' do somethin nasty, with all this lust you got I fucked her on the floor then we got up in the bed Woke up in the mornin, can't remember what we did Last night we was drunk, stinkin dirty motherfuckers Stayed up all night, 'til 7:30 can't touch us When we down on the beach, in the sand in Miami I done found me a freak, done got my hand in her panties She was playin in the water, MAN she was wet So I laid her on her back, I pulled her panties to the left I told her.. naww baby, we ain't do it too soon Straighten up your dress, let's go up to my room Tell your man you was lost, ran into a boss Then I opened that ass up like a can of sauce [Chorus] We don't like those lollypops Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock They can't even handle it When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch We don't like those lame marks that run the other way when the game starts Cause they don't know what to do Don't lie tell me why would I fuck with you [Verse Two] Stop hatin since we datin the same lady Don't hate the player, hate the game baby I like her style, she's kinda wild And when we do it we don't waste time goin out We into it like the X-Rated flick with no plot, it's so hot Don't hesitate and don't stop 'til we on top She got a dude - but what I gotta prove? Ain't no need to creep, you know she's a freak Take it all, 'til the balls, disappear in her jaws Then she take off them drawers, let me hit them sugar walls And when I'm done havin fun tryin to be a player She kiss my thang goodbye and say I'll see you later Now if you can't take it mayne you need a good girl Take a ride around the town and try to look for her Cause yo' wife's a hoe, you might like to know If she see a big dick, she might go.. [Chorus] [Verse Three] I watched her eye, she witcha man, stop starin Stop the lies, there's no comparin You wanna ride well let's go; I got a magic carpet with vogues I'm nice to the ladies but I'm hard on the hoes And when you jump in my car bumpin "Freaky Tales" You told me pull it out, you wanna see it's real I know your type girl, you ain't fin' to wait That's how a pimp taste ridin on the interstate It's in your mouth, make you wanna scream and shout You can swallow or spit, when the cream comes out - bitch! Just don't tell your man Cause whores start wars when they know they can I understand, you really wanna do me Dance to a slow jam, "Feelin' on Your Booty" And after tonight, when you kick it with a real one All them fake-ass niggaz you ain't even gon' feel 'em (hell nah). [Chorus] |
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