Lyle Lovette lyrics

Hoes and tramps
f*cks and sl*ts
b*tches scams
Tits and butts

[Verse 1]
b*tches be creamin' for this eight inch demon
And when you hear me screamin', I'm about to free the seamen
Wipe myself off on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I'll flash my box cutters
'Cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in your life ho
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
Kill that bullsh*t cause if baby gets trifled
I'm lacing the liquor with some p*ss and some Lysol
Roll in a sh*t-brown Lincoln, eatin' a sticky bun
Spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme some
'Cause I'm a freak, I like the girls with tattoos
I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru
I take 'em two at a time, make 'em both say my name
Ain't never had three, but best believe that I'm game
And that's the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble
The inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle
Cruisin' lake street, gene pool ridin' shotgun
Got the flyest tricky's from the Mississippi to Boston
I've got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm
The doors always open honey, come out of the storm
Yo I got daddy's little girls, ones that always stay true
I've got an uptown girl she dyes the pubic hair blue
And I've got a b*tch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavor
She travels on business I'm gettin' down with the neighbors
I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides
One hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side
Got a Bloomington b*tch with a pool in her apartment
Rug burns all over from f*cking her on the carpet
Got the mega-mall hoes, make 'em all work the food court
Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports
Got a stripper b*tch with body jewels and fake titties
And a ho that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city
[Hook]
But my favorite one, out of all of 'em, is YOUR girl
I sway the tongue never once have I been forceful
She lays it on like its a job that she loves, yo
Who's lips is these? the response is always slugs

[Verse 2]
The Richfield b*tches freak the lip gloss and hairspray
Downtown women that like to f*ck on the staircase
North side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks
Love to open married women up to the pervertedness
Disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals
I'm working with the way I trick 'em out, silly mortals
The words I kick, the sport I play
Now what to say when I'm sittin' at this buffet with these tasty morsels

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Crusin' down the street in my babies mom's caprice
February got the windows cracked, wearin' a fleece
Hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute
Gimme nine and a half weeks and I'll have that freak sniffin' too
Distributing c*m across the rotten fruited plain
I know its hard being young girl, let me soothe the pain
I understand you baby, straight up I understand
Now lift up your ass so I can pull these f*ckin' pants down
The only ones I don't do is those under eighteen
Or at least I keep that sh*t a secret if you know what I mean
I got sl*ts that love to give head, and I like to watch
The way they move their tongue up and down my...
[Outro]
Motherf*cker! I can't believe your sittin down here
Recordin' some bullsh*t like this

(Hey man it's just a song, it's just a song, it's like a joke)

Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? you better take your ass over
To that neglected girl you got there

(Why you always trippin' on me in front....)

Motherf*cker, you got a kid, how you rhyming about some bullsh*t like this?

"Dropped my drawers, and the b*tch said "sh*t! Skinny mothaf*cka with a fat ass di*k!"