WCSR Lyrics
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Kid Rock, I got the s*x rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the s*x rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the s*x rhymes
All world cla*s
Kid Rock, mother f**ker, yo, I ain't no fag
I f**k bitches dry, I f**k 'em on the rag
Tag their toes, check 'em off my list
Hoes get f**ked, they don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp getting much respect
I'll f**k your mouth and leave your a*s in debt
Jet set the country on your world perks
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt, show me them titties
I'll drive my d**k right through your twin cites
Around your bends over your curves and a*s
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas
Snoop Dog, I got the s*x rhymes
Snoop Dog, I got the s*x rhymes
Snoop Dog, I got the s*x rhymes
All world cla*s
It ain't nothing like black pus*y on my d**k
Word to your mama and your sister, bitch
I play hoes like a mother f**king football game
I pull my d**k out and you'll say it's good y'all came
Y'all did y'all thing, worked a nigga front to back
In the Bill Clinton Presidential Cadillac
We smoked a sack, the bitches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain, shit it's all done with game
I've f**ked so many hoes, I can't remember their name
But it ain't about that bitch, I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put my d**k where yo mouth at
Kid Rock, I got the s*x rhymes
Kid Rock, you got the s*x rhymes
Snoop, I got the presidential s*x rhymes
My nigga
I'm on a private jet out of JFK
Sippin' the Beck's and feeling A Okay
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherf**kin' Clinton sittin' next to me
We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mackin' gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So, I stuck five and that made ten
Shit two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet
We tag teamed that freak at 30,000 feet
Yeah, 30,000 mother f**kin' feet flying high
Kid Rock Beeped Out?
And we thought we do's it the most on the coast
Shit we got the s*x rhymes
Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey
'Cause if you do, I'm gunna kick something for you
A little something like this
Oh shit,, some gangster shit
All I need is a gangster bitch
If gangster shit is all I kick
I f**ked with a black brown or a white chick
Bitch, you can act like you ain't with the shit
I'm here to strip a bitch and cold pimp a bit
Lookin' for love in all the wrong places
Lookin' for love, f**k love, it's too racists
Smoking it up in too many places
Busting a nut in too many bitches faces
Well, I'm Kid Rock, got pus*y galore
You might get a lot of pus*y, I gets much more
Got scores of whores and macks knows what's up
You's a player, nope, I'm a flat out slut
Got what you came for, yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed
Got a seed to plant in your field of crap
I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tack a keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your a*s and make you scream for more
Pissed off, pissed off
Money, hoes, tits and a*ses
We got the goods and the bullshit pa*ses
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed
Money, hoes, tits and a*ses
We got the goods and the bullshit pa*ses
We got whatever you need
I got ecstasy, I got pounds of weed
Let's do it
Should we do it?
Can we do it?
