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Bizzy Bone - Yes Yes Y'all lyrics
slob on my knob like corn on the cob Check in with me and do your job Lay on the bed and give me head Don't have to ask don't have to beg. Juicy is my name sex is my game Lets call the boyz lets run a train. Squeeze on my nuts lick on my butt The naturally curly hair pleaz don't touch. First find a mate second find a place Third find a bag to hide the whole face. Real name clover i said bend over Started to knob then came the odor Smelt like mush shouldnt of had a whoosh Told her to stop and take a dush When she did that i didn't want the cat So i backed out and never came back. (suck a nigga dick or somthin (4x)) My nigga d magic said he had to have it I said just 4 get it it's to crabby. Know a little freak in hollywood Sux on dick does it real good. She'll give u money fill up your tummy House full of kids parents are spunny. Once had her down backyard ground Hit from the back enjoyed the sound. Lay under cover always use the rubber Till i got caught fuckin with her mother. She blamed on me we fought on the streets She pulled out a knife so i had to fleet. Called up the boyz went to her house Trashed the whole place through the bitch out. Police busted in were the niggas at We left just in time and never came back. Rolled through the hood wavin at the freaks Who were sniffin on the rocks and smokin all the Geeks Made another stop police station Saw a few cops drove by sprayed them, License tag number a nigga said he saw it Focus all the time never get caught. Slob on my cat cause u know it's fat Check in with me and do that Wait a second freak I know you from the streets My nigga hurry t Has seen you through his mean They call you little red The one who slobs on head And drinks a niggas nut Until you well and fed To see what she's about I creaped to her house To catch her in her blouse And see how big her mouth She pulled me to her room To get the fuckin soon I didn't have a rubber I fucked with two balloons Lay on the bed That's all she said Her pussy has one problem Twisted tight in streads The fucken sounds were tunes I fucked her with a broom She rode it like a horse The blood came rushing soon When i seen that I didn't want the cat So i bounced out And never came back Sucks on dick Does it real good Sucks sucks on dick Does it real good Sucks on dick Does it real good Sucks sucks Does it real good My nigga d magic Had said he finally got it The true and false blow He said he had to have it Know a little freak In big ham Licks up nuts Like lickin stamps She'll grant your wishes Blow you freaky kisses House full of g's Freaks whores bitches Had the little freak In my niggas jeep Try to spit some game To get her suck some meat Lay on the cover My natural hair she loved it Stop bitch stop bitch Please don't touch it Took her trough some hoods And let her hoe around 7 street 9 street And street of walks and brown Now she's in click A pro on suckin dick Until the rugged out The bitch was smokin bricks Straight shootin blow pipes That's all she thought Runnin from the rehab Never got caught Sucks on dick Does it real good Sucks sucks on dick Does it real good Sucks on dick Does it real good Sucks sucks Does it real good |
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