| Bizzy Bone lyrics
Yes Yes Y'all lyrics
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 sex is my game
lets call the boyz lets run a train.
squeeze on my nuts lick on my butt
the naturally curly hair pleaz don't touch.
first find a mate second find a place
third find a bag to hide the whole face.
Real name clover i said bend over
started to knob then came the odor
smelt like mush shouldn’t of had a whoosh
told her to stop and take a dush
when she did that i didn't want the cat
so i backed out and never came back.
(suck a nigga dick or somthin (4x))
my nigga d magic said he had to have it
i said just 4 get it it's to crabby.
know a little freak in hollywood
sux on dick does it real good.
she'll give u money fill up your tummy
house full of kids parents are spunny.
once had her down backyard ground
hit from the back enjoyed the sound.
lay under cover always use the rubber
till i got caught fuckin with her mother.
she blamed on me we fought on the streets
she pulled out a knife so i had to fleet.
called up the boyz went to her house
trashed the whole place through the bitch out.
police busted in were the niggas at
we left just in time and never came back.
rolled through the hood wavin at the freaks
who were sniffin on the rocks and smokin all the
geeks
made another stop police station
saw a few cops drove by sprayed them,
license tag number a nigga said he saw it
focus all the time never get caught.
slob on my cat cause u know it's fat
check in with me and do that
Wait a second freak
I know you from the streets
My nigga Hurry T
Has seen you through his mean
They call you little red
The one who slobs on head
And drinks a niggas nut
Until you well and fed
To see what she's about
I creaped to her house
To catch her in her blouse
And see how big her mouth
She pulled me to her room
To get the fuckin soon
I didn't have a rubber
I fucked with two balloons
Lay on the bed
That's all she said
Her pussy has one problem
Twisted tight in streads
The fucken sounds were tunes
I fucked her with a broom
She rode it like a horse
The blood came rushing soon
When I seen that
I didn't want the cat
So I bounced out
And never came back
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks sucks
Does it real good
My nigga D Magic
Had said he finally got it
The true and false blow
He said he had to have it
Know a little freak
In big ham
Licks up nuts
Like lickin stamps
She'll grant your wishes
Blow you freaky kisses
House full of G's
Freaks whores bitches
Had the little freak
In my niggas jeep
Try to spit some game
To get her suck some meat
Lay on the cover
My natural hair she loved it
Stop bitch stop bitch
Please don't touch it
Took her trough some hoods
And let her hoe around
7 street 9 street
And street of walks and brown
Now she's in click
A pro on suckin dick
Until the rugged out
The bitch was smokin bricks
Straight shootin blow pipes
That's all she thought
Runnin from the rehab
Never got caught
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks on dick
Does it real good
Sucks sucks
Does it real good
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