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Da Hol 9 - Nahjae lyrics
(whispering) That nah'jae...(x4) [Verse 1: Kemo] Can't remember bein this big, know what I mean love You can see the dick grin, through my jeans Fuck Superman and Clark Kent, I'm a machine gun Every time a nigga cut, they get ya teens up Every time I'm in the club, you shake that thing for Me and all the homies girl, I'm like a fiend for The way you bounce it all around, and shake it real fast Then you drop it to the ground, you got a fat ol' ass Baby go both ways, she like dyke and black Stick the pussy in her face, she be likin that Stick ya pipe in that, she got the tightest cat Nigga that's why I keep on comin back, it's like it's crack Why you tryin to front and shit? now take ya ass home And run up in your stomach trick, and break the backbone Put the Profolac on, now tuck ya ass on "Ahhh I'm coming!", now take ya ass home [Hook 1: Kaos] Girl now you know you wanna fuck so what's up Why you bullshittin wit the pussy plus You a freaky bitch, down for the nah'jae Suck that dick like it's a hobby shit Bring them lips herre and massage me [Verse 2: Kemo] Titties and thighs, I think she get it through servin my guys I treat the bitch to burger and fries She sucked my dick while I'm swervin the ride I'm back up on it to win it, third eye lurkin inside Do ya thing girl I like it when ya dance like that You know my name girl, Kemo don't romance like that 5 flowers and shit, fuckin for hours and shit Makin love in the shower in shit [Verse 3: Kaos] Ya mo, but why bother the bitch? If she's a pro let her gobble the dick And when I skeet, baby swallow don't spit Damn I know you wanna holler and shit I hear you supposed to be a doctor at this Make sure you wash the fuckin prada lil' bitch And you wanna do the hump raw, and pump Naw I want it from the side, I can see that lump cha Girl I wanna see you take in, then Beat it against ya chin, kiss it just like your girlfriend Cuz I loves it when you let me sip the tip down on that bottom Lickin lip, you mix it and then you swallow then you spit Right down the middle of this dick, you blow out Curl my toes and smear it that lipstick, shit My dick ain't grows to be a yard or so Now keep suckin, keep stuffin And get it harder yo, and get keep cuffin these nuts and I ain't ready, I'm holdin the Trojan Bout to endogen, the girl between them lips till its numb Becomes swollen [Hook 2: Kaos] Girl now you say you wanna fuck You wanna feel it in ya guts, plus You like it up the butt And we can do this on the weekend and shit Derty she talk trash look, ass She's a freaky bitch cuz I love to have that Titties and thighs, Titties and thighs I see that ass girl) Titties and muthafuckin thighs Mm yes'ir freak summin Titties and thighs, titties and thighs I see that ass girl Titties and muthafuckin thighs Whooo [Verse 4: Kaos] I think I see you wit ya partnas up in the club Gettin kisses and hugs from them ten dub thugs Bitches hatin wit mean mugs But we don't trip off her, cuz niggas always in ya shit Be fuckin me up, lookin at 'em like "BIIITCH!" That's why we don't even kick it wit hoes And you be like "fuck them bitches wit bros Look at they clothes, they some ridiculous hoes" She know that outfit and them shoes don't match She country as a muthafucka and I'm cool on that We shootin pool on cats, left and right Niggas losin scraps, talkin bout aight for real Then you be like "stop usin that" Bitch bustin that ass, hella blow, jealous hoes Talkin schlim on them themselves, but they'll neva know Who the bitch wit the Cris is wit dick, shit I'm tryin to make me stick my mistress Get her to the crib and call my nigga mo Hit the liquor sto', wit the hoes from the picture show In the triple O, uno come bitches so [Hook 3: Kaos] Mmmmm Ladies now lets keep this on the hush On the real, y'all cool as a muthafucka Plus I'm feelin freaky, is she down for this nah'jae? Cool well meet us in the lobby Let me see what's up wit KemoSaubee (dialing phone) (ringing) [talking: 1- Kemo 2- Kaos] 1- 'Ello? 2- Whuts up nigga? 1- Whuts up 2- Ay nigga wherre you at? 1- I'm out herre in St. Charles wit Chuma and Grin Nigga what you got crackin? 2- Got a couple dimes derty 1- Straight up where you at? 2- Mmm out herre in Westport mmm 1- Ha, ah ya? 2- Mmmmm 1- What's poppin then nigga? 2- Yes'ir 1- Ha ha, see I'm on my way derty 2- Ay just 2 way me when you get across that bridge 1- Bet that nigga I'm fin' to get at you |
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