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Trillville - Some Cut lyrics
[Chorus] What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up) Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts) Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut) Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah) Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call) And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall) Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls) While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah) [Verse One] This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could But anyway, gone and drop a number or something So I can call you later on,on your phone or something Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting I'm digging in your walls something viscious With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious With your pretty brown skin, like Almond joys and kisses And you ah certified head doctor Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom [Chorus] [Verse Two] Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe Then bust a nut all over yourself The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall I met your ass at the mall, in the fall You the one with the dress on, let me take you home Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts Cut you up like you ain't been cut From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front Turn around,you got me right I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me So gone see about a pimp and that monkey And that's fo' sho' [Chorus] [Verse Three] What's the buiseness baby, can I get in them drawes I like the way your hands rub against my balls Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all 135 petite, and your smell is unique Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week Oh, You a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville And I'ma tell you like this, cause a nigga so real, and stay trill Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second While I lay this dick down on you just like I'm Teddy [Chorus] |
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