Correction Paroles Bust A Nut par Webbie

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I got a b*tch that suck my di*k 'til I nut
Spit it on my gut and slurp that sh*t back up
Ain't that a sl*t, (Hell yeah) she even take it in the butt
f*ck for about an hour, now she want a golden shower
You didn't know that we be p*ssing on hoes, b*tch
Luke and Biggie straight sh*tting on hoes, b*tch
Lick your toes b*tch, f*ck no, you must be crazy
Squirt in your face and then I'm swayze
Recognize G, straight up, I can't knock ya
After Big Poppa, f*ck all of Junior M.A.F.I.A
The whole clique, di*k sucked, ass licked
Leave your number by the phone, bring your ass on home
I roam in Lexuses and Benzes, the fly way
With the flyest b*tch getting head on the highway
My way, deep throat on Luke's boat
When the moon rises, I'm c*ming in her eyes-es
Just the way playas play
Leave it up to me, I get f*cked all day
Sucked all day, smoking blunts, counting cheese
f*cking b*tches 'til they as*h*les bleed
Check it out

In this world of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl
Hit it, split it, and recognize a pimp
Don't love no ho, that's my principle
In this world of fly girls
Tanqueray and Hennessy until I call earl
Stop it, hit it, and recognize a pimp
Don't love no ho, that's my principle

That b*tch ain't lyin', but when I spit that line
That was all it took for me to get that dime
And right away she let me hit one time
n*ggas talk a lot of gang but that sh*t don't rhyme
I was all up in the head when that b*tch got scared
Realized I was a pimp and not just a player
Me and Biggie took some hoes to see the city
When they found out Diddy's Rolls cost 350
They was cryin', ain't no feelings involved
You can save your emotions, girl, give me it all
She's beautiful, but I ain't tryna steal her heart
If you don't understand $hort, I'm just realer than y'all
I got the game from the streets and you went to college
But game is just a street term, it means knowledge
Books and b*tches, it's all the same
They know our names, we live forever through the game

Biggie bag b*tches from barbecues to Barmitzvah's
The Big don't fit, use your lips cause
I'm feeling kinda itchy for a quicky
Don't take off your coat, all you got to do is lick me
Me eat you, I beat you, then greet you to the door
b*tch, cause I don't love you no more
Which one of these hoes in the lobby wanna slob me
You know me, I like my di*k brown like Bobby
In the duke shoot, then the b*tch get the boot
Unless you lick ass and blow di*ks like flutes
I like 'em cute, round tits and fat asses
Educated, so I can bust off on they glasses
I wanna c*m on your tongue and gums, all night
The b*tch drink nuts by the pint

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