American Slore lyrics

by

Max B


(Intro)
American slores
American whores
Al Pac Max
Wavie Crockett mixtape
Lets go!

(Verse One- Max B)
First Chris let me get her necklace
I'm 'bout to take this b*tch to breakfast
'Cuz we had a long night and I can't leave till I get my song right
All right
Got to get this one, shorty she a freak got to get me some
It's three chicks got to hit me one
I'm not a n*gga to leave that ten 'til I score

(Hook)
Take me out to breakfast
Let me floss your chain
Give me your direction
Make me scream your name
You'll be making it rain
I'll be making it pour
You'll be my American Slore

(Verse Two- Max B)
b*tches at the club was feasting
Talking about which thugs they eating
Once we was at the Hilton
So I think I just chill for the weekend
n*gga Biggavelle be cheating
Mama ask me whats popping
So I gave her my t-shirt
And told her to rock it
With lots of confidence
Bend the b*tch over doggie
I like it when she call me doggie
So I gave the b*tch two hundred
And told the hoe not to never to call me
Give me your direction
Be my whore (f*ck it American whore 2009)
(Hook)
Take me out to breakfast
Let me floss your chain
Give me your direction
Make me scream your name
You'll be making it rain
I'll be making it pour
You'll be my American Slore
My American whore (x2)


(Verse Three- Al Pac)
Shes at the jump off Ready to jump off
And when I squirt in her face she lick the c*m off
Mama real freaky plus she like it rough
When I give her back shots she can't get enough
I'm goin all night and she f*cking good
These hoes love a n*gga even though I'm no good
They all wanna taste, they all wanna lick
Your mom beasting hoes fighting for this di*k
Got these hoes open, note the thug passion
Take it to the spot lets get it cracking
Got to beat it up I leave the pus*y soft
Man f*ck a b*tch I never love a whore
I get 'em for the bread, break up papi always
f*ck the small talk Ma n*gga want his phone
We can get it on
Make 'em scream my name
Ask around 'bout the kid Ma I do my thing
(Hook)
Take me out to breakfast
Let me floss your chain
Give me your direction
Make me scream your name
You'll be making it rain
I'll be making it pour
You'll be my American Slore
My American whore (x2)
A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z #
Copyright © 2012 - 2021 BeeLyrics.Net