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Lyle Lovette


Hoes and tramps


buts and sluts


bitches tricks


tits and butts




[Verse 1:]


Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch demon


and when you hear me screamin, I'm about to free the seamen


wipe myself off on your couch cover


if she talks any trash I'll flash my box cutters


cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in your life hoe


I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle


kill that bullshit cause if baby gets trifled


I'm lacing the liquor with some piss and some Lysol


roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin' a sticky bun


spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme some


cause I'm a freak, I like the girls with tattoos


I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru


I take 'em two at a time, make 'em both say my name


ain't never had three, but best believe that I'm game


and that's the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble


the inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle


cruisin' lake street, gene pool ridin' shotgun


got the flyest tricky's from the Mississippi to Boston


I've got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm


the doors always open honey, come out of the storm


yo I got daddy's little girls, ones that always stay true


I've got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic hair blue


and I've got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavour


she travels on business I'm gettin' down with the neighbors


I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides


one hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side


got a Bloomington bitch with a pool in her apartment


rug burns all over from fucking her on the carpet


got the mega-mall hoes, make them all work the food court


yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports


got a stripper bitch with body jewels and fake titties


and a hoe that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city




[Hook:]


but my favorite one, out of all of 'em, is YOUR girl


I sway the tongue never once have I been forceful


she lays it on like its a job that she loves


who's lips is these? the response is always slugs




[Verse 2:]


the Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray


downtown women that like to fuck on the staircase


north side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks


love to open married women up to the pervertedness


disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals


I'm working with the way I trick 'em out, silly mortals


the words I kick, the sport I play


now what to say when I'm sittin at this buffet with these tasty morsels




[Hook]




[Verse 3:]


crusin down the street in my babies mom's caprice


February got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece


hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute


gimme nine and a half weeks and I'll have that freak flippin two


distribute and come across the [?]


I know its hard being young girl, let me soothe the pain


I understand you baby, straight up I understand


now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin' pants down


the only ones I don't do is those under eighteen


or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I mean


I got sluts that love to give head, and I like to watch


the way they move their tongue up and down my...




[Outro:]


Motherfucker! I can't believe your sittin down here


recordin' some bullshit like this




(Hey man it's just a song (Texts of songs ), it's just a song (Texts of songs ), it's like a joke)




Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? you better take your ass over


to that neglected girl you got there.




(Why you always trippin' on me in front...)




Motherfucker, you got a kid, how you rhyming about some bullshit like this?



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