di*k Pleaser lyrics

by

DJ Drama


[Intro: Lil Wayne]
Marley, I be you!
Shout-out Too Short
I'm going in
The Aphilliates, n*gga! Holla at your boy

[Bridge: Lil Wayne]
I got a b*tch named Keisha, she a real di*k pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa
Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck di*k but expect for me to eat her?
I got a b*tch named Keisha, she a real di*k pleaser
I got a b*tch named Keisha, she a real di*k pleaser

[Verse 1: Lil Wayne]
I got a b*tch named Keisha, she a real di*k pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa
Her girlfriend, Lisa—met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck di*k, but expect for me to eat her?
That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her
But her homegirl, Nita, swallow c*m by the liter
She look good in boy shorts and a beater
But this other girl, Quita, way sexier than Nita
I ain't lying—she the... hottest b*tch, heater
But I'm a f*cking freezer, yeah, I'ma f*cking leave her
Yeah, I'm a f*cking eagle, flyer and deeper
Smoke like a Cohiba, your ho give me cerebral
Now, get low and touch your toes for my people
And if you ain't f*cking them, you ain't f*cking me either
You think your man hot? Well, f*ck it, me: ether
Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like FIFA
Every day Christmas 'cause I'm smoking that wreath-a
Keep a lot of b*tches like Queen Latifah
I am Southern-land, not Kiefer
Y-M-E for "Young Money Entertainment," ha
Run, dummy, finna bang it
You want beef? Then my money will arrange it
I am not f*cking finna aim it
But that Nina Ross shout for me when I'm angry
Yeah, Hollygrove, biatch
Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G-I
All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y
That's what I rely on, I'm gone
"He high"—yep, I'm three-high
I'm just schoolin' these f*cks like DeVry
College institution, finals and confusion
Stop with your excuses; hip-hop, I am seducin'
Beat you like producers, eat you like produce
Man, I'll f*ck your girl 'til her pus*y got no juice
Now, she can't produce, so you won't be needing that, baby
'Cause all you really need is Weezy F. Baby
[Interlude: DJ Drama]
All right, let me vent for a minute. See, the problem I got with the game is: There are no gatekeepers in hip-hop. Who's letting these wack n*ggas in? I mean, can someone please put a combination lock on the door? And stop giving out the code? Goddamn! Hey, Millz, show 'em how it's done!

[Verse 2: Jae Millz]
I knew this freak named Tammy from around the way
She used to go to Catholic school back in the day
Now, she stripping in Sue's for a stack a day
But she bring it all to Daddy, so that's okay
I got a b*tch named Lola, true di*k-smoker
Part-time broker; late nights, she work at Strokers
Her cousin named Mocha got a insane spine
But it's crazy 'cause I f*cked 'em both at the same time
I even got a b*tch in the Bay named Jessica
I swear, she might give the best mouth in America
Vanessa got a attitude, but her ass meaner
She remind me of this ho I used to f*ck named Sabrina
Ugly lil' thing from the home of the Ravens
I only kept her 'round 'cause the ass was amazing
Tiffany and Emily, my bona fide sl*ts
When I c*m, they touch tongues and share that nut
Got a white chick down in Florida named Sasha
On my mama, her head golden like an Oscar
And I met her through Tasha
At the condo, she let me f*ck her on the washer
September n*gga, so you know he nasty
And if she nasty, we do the nasty
Now, I tell a b*tch like this
You gotta take ten di*ks before you meet the president
Young Money! (Gangsta Grillz, you bast*rds!)
[Verse 3: Lil Wayne]
Okay, I know this one honey
I call her "Track Star" 'cause when we f*ck, she run from me
And I'm hella fly, and her dude dumb-bummy
And I don't get girls, I make her get one for me
My weed real plummy and real gummy
And my flow is harder than an anvil, honey
Shoot these n*ggas with the handheld, honey
I paper-chase, f*ck standstill money
n*ggas kill with me and kill for me
Best believe we riding if the fan belt running
Leave a motherf*cker just laying there, bloody
I'm from the Dirty and I make it rain—damn, that's muddy!
She just wanna be my cuddy buddy
And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty
What it dizz-oo? Is you or is you ain't my baby?
Baby?
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