Black Orchid Lyrics
The song Black Orchid is performed by Esham in the album named Dead Flowerz in the year 1996 .
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[esham]
What's up honey? don't mind me askin, but how your a*s been?
And f**k that chatty nigga, if he's a has been
I got twenty, 'cause I'm good and plenty
To get the dollars, get the d**k, if you gettin any
You gotta work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
It don't matter 'cause these bitches know I got the phatter dough
Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick d**k like hoodini
I want ya fine a*s on my d**k like the genie
Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind
G-string up ya a*s, all I see is pus*y skin
And nigs don't know about my titty bar ho
She be dancin til the break of dawn wit no panties on
Dough, lickin her lips, her pus*y smells on my fingertips
She's ill, I think I f**ked her wit the dollar bill
For real, her titties, look so ferm, I might burn
If I run up in her raw, wit the super sperm
She got a
[chorus 4x]
Work that pus*y fast, work that pus*y slow
Work that muthaf**ka, outta baller's cash flow
[esham]
Something surprise me about your eyes
They make my d**k rise, and then your a*s got me hypnotized
Watch you put dollars up ya pus*y, ho
They make my d**k swoll, and you the reason why these niggas roll
Big cash flow, watch your a*s ho
pus*y for days, got nigs, runnin thru a maze
Gotta funny way of lookin at me, know I wanna skeez ya
Then I got the other pus*y, put it in the freezer
Dollar strapped around you leg, on the rubber band
I know deep down you could never love a move
Only the money, go to get yours, at all cost
pus*y ain't nothin, but a way to take a lost
I gotta let these hoes know, that I ain't no trick
I'm just a nigga wit a d**k, and a mind that's sick
So pull your panties to your knees, 'cause I aim to please
I bet that pus*y get hot, like a hundred degrees, when you
[chorus 4x]
[esham]
I see the way every nigga is scopin, hopin
He can get a change at your kinda romance
Every nigga in the house, got one thing on they mind
Seein the back of your head, watchin that a*s from behind
Tell me somethin, if you wasn't workin at this club
Would you be lookin at me like you was f**kin me
Or better yet be duckin me
I don't want anything from you, you don't nothing from me
If this was back in the day, you be f**kin for free
I sit and daze and reminisce on how I used to bone her
I told the waitress to rush over another corona
I give the bitch a hundred dollars just to dance on my lap
I tell the dj slow it down, 'cause this bitch is all that
I want the time to go slow, and my dough even slower
I wanna f**k ya pus*y, but I don't even know her
I can't go out like the next man
God damn, bitch, do you know who the f**k I am, gotta
[chorus 4x]