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2009-07-23

Watcha Do

Ah yeah, these hoes always Talkin' bout' all the shit they got ([unverified]) DKNY and I'ma tell you What they do to get it, bitch Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Bitch don't play dumb Stick out your tongue And let me take a plunge For plenty you don't have To s*ck your thumb I got yum-yum At night you have nice dreams 'Bout spices and ice cream You look kind of fiesty Your lips they entice me Don't fight it, don't try To front like you don't like it I can tell you get excited I'm gon' spank it Put your head up under the blanket It's the tightest A Mafia, so play it to the Triple 6 to the tre' Until tonight Lord Infamous is on the entree You niggas be killin' me Say you'll never do me But still you do it Every time I turn around You punk is in the booty Is it hard to pick em' out Hell na, I'm on the top of that All real hoes know A nigga that lick on the cat, that's a fact Niggas be one of the main ones doin' it Come and eat a little punk a*s nigga f**k screwin' it, little Peter Pipter These playas for the pus*y eaters Got you rock hard after my nut you's a d**k beater Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? Watcha do? 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 s*x is my game Let's call the boys Let's run a train First find a mate Second find a place Third find a bag To hide the hoe face It's bout 2-0-9, I'm ridin' Viper Tryin' to find somethin' freaky 'Cause I think it's about that time Me and my dogs It's not about two balls Now I need a big mouth For a d**k and two balls It's Paul, askin' with ya Take face Willy 165 pound, skinny nigga, beer belly I'm bout' to take her to get it tight From all of ya'll No paper chasin' I'm in the ocean Tryin' to catch some jaws These bitches got me goin' The feelin' of a warm mouth Man I tell you 'bout these hoes Chewin' in the South, it's on Once I get it alone, I bone A whole deep along But that's another song We on the subject of these hoes And they s*ckin' d**k Don't frown hoes You the main ones don' it Crunchy Blac up in the bitch I tell the truth dog All these hoes goin' Don't let 'em foll y'all Yo, this is Dj Spanish Fly Live at the shake joint And they shake the tooshie, watcha do? Three 6 Mafia a worrr See I be swanin' at a bitch Like a nigga tryin' to hit a pinata Ten niggas d**ks Up in your motherf**kin' stomach Came across a d**k They got you grippin' up on your head Buckin' on south spreadin' pus*y, fool it farted Men, plaster fallin' up off the wa*s While I'm f**kin' her like a dog She constantly lickin' on my balls All up on my d**k, and on my nuts It's just the best I be rat tat tat tat tat Had to watch how quickly that bitch react Like a nigga tryin' to hit a pa

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