Devils Clutches lyrics

by

Cam’ron


[Intro:]
She’s the devil on the di*k [x5]
(Now turn it up!)

[Verse 1:]
She got on her knees, started givin head shots
She had my di*k jumpin, so she put it in a head lock
I call her Wilma, (why?) cause she made the bed rock
She sucked it and j*rked it perfect, I bust in her dreadlocks
We went to Walgreens, I almost flat out
She said "you really that n*gga, look, look, yo movie in the red box"
She got the thing, we watched the sh*t
Now she masturbatin, she looked at me and she said flee
One word to the shot, fasten these sheets!
(Now turn it up!)
She got what you need, high speed, n*gga passin me?
I say, yeah, but be yourself, here’s an application
We got in the car on the floor, I put dat mouth an sh*t
Took off d seatbelt, ova my pants
Pulled it out, it’s d devil on d di*k, woooo!

[Chorus:]
I'm the devil on the di*k [x4]
I’m-I’m-I’m-I’m the devil on the di*k
Devil, the devil, I’m the devil on the di*k
Dev-dev-devil, I’m the devil on the di*k
De-de-de-de-devil, I’m the devil on the di*k
[Verse 2:]
Start callin names again, it's all a game to him they all ashamed of him
We all fake raps on a call d game again
Send me f*ckin home, d ball an chain again
There she lay, then she say, “damn, Cam you’re not at all the same man since”
She titanium, gave me cranium, nimble on the di*k, female demon
Grabbed d head made it hard to breathe, she choked, then spit, then goggle me
That act for hair money, said here, honey
Here's yo shampoo, wash yo weave
By the way, that's sold by JuJu
Love how we mix d old wit d new new
My partner Chico, I play Rico, but I'm on like Lulu
(Now turn it up!)
I'm the connect, Felipe-flee, but I ain’t gettin murder, though
Smokin dat herb, we’re right on d curb
Dem birds all flip flip flip like a burger yow
(Like who?) like Mickie D’s
Let’s set it off, cause you’ll get a Big Mac click clack
An yo girl will get dat special sauce
(Now turn it up!)

[Chorus]

[Verse 3:]
I’m d devil on d di*k
Badass b*tch I’m d thigh on d wrist
Told y’all b*tches, devils to a di*k
Ass so fat look heavy on a di*k
Throw it back like whiplash
Dis pus*y offers as a gift wrap
Ridin roun in dat new coupe, top down I’m JuJu!
(Now turn it up!)
Tell d guy pus*y cape on
Eat dis pus*y my cake on
Dis pus*y wet like a rainstorm
(dis pus*y wet like a rainstorm)
Climb di*ks like poles n*gga
Hit it like I owe n*gga
Make me curl my toes in, this yours n*gga this yours n*gga
Ride dat di*k like a faux rilla
Need a roughneck not a whole n*gga
His di*k’s small, is yours bigga?
n*gga on here fo’ like four minutes
I’m like “n*gga please, don’t need a four getter”
I need a n*gga dat can go all night
Good head, long pipe
(I’m the devil on the di*k)
You damn right!
(Now turn it up!)
[Chorus][x2]
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