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bill burr – target lyrics

[intro: lil wayne]
soulja boy on the beat

[hook: lil wayne]
my tongue is a uzi, my d-ck is a ak
my tongue is a uzi, my d-ck is a ak
my tongue go brrrr, my d-ck go bahh
my tongue go brrrr, my d-ck go bahh, b-tch!

[verse 1: lil wayne]
lay on the bed, open that tw-t
i french kiss that p-ssy, like muah
sit on my face, m-u-a-h
before i eat that p-ssy, i say my grace
girl i’m nastier than him, i don’t know why you still with him
beat that p-ssy, go to sleep, she got that tylenol p.m
f-ck that b-tch until she tired, ’til she tired like a rim
give her head like a brim, it tastes good, m-m-m
p-ssy monster in her closet, full of surprises
i give full body m-ssages, i hope that p-ssy smell like a violet
i hope that p-ssy warmer than luke and sweet as godiva
suck this d-ck and swallow that nut and call it p-n-s colada
lift up that mini-skirt, that’s my dinner desert
she fell in love with the martian, i said you too down to earth
man, these hoes love wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that’s chump change
this sh-t is target practice and your b-tch is my gun range

[hook: lil wayne]

[verse 2: lil wayne]
my tongue is a uzi, my d-ck is a ak
down here waiting for her to come like payday
hoping this juice is sweeter than baked cake
she say it’s for tunechi, she lie with a straight face
but i’m trying to eat healthier, so i ate a veggie
sucked on that p-ssy, i feel better already
she say “tunechi go slower” and tunechi went faster
my tongue is a motor, my d-ck is a nascar
whipped cream on that p-ssy, d-ckhead like a bullet
if her hair real i’mma pull it, hope that -ss feel like a cushion
i give her wood when we wouldn’t? i hope that p-ssy tastes like pudding
and i get that ho the boot, hold up, let me put my foot in (tunechi)
got a sweet tooth, candy yam p-ssy
i’mma leave that -ss smoking like a amsterdam tourist man
these hoes love wayne, got a bunch of dimes, that’s chump change
this sh-t is target practice and your b-tch is my gun range

[hook:]

[verse 3: trina]
lay on that bed, open your mouth
this p-ssy so clean like soap in your mouth
i do my lil’ dance, he scoping me out
if that d-ck like a tree watch me build a treehouse
ok, the baddest b-tch in this b-tch, got the fattest clique in this b-tch
you might drown, you better start doggy paddling in this b-tch
i’m trin, b n-gga? queen n-gga, sleep in this p-ssy, dream n-gga
i stay on that d-ck like a f-cking balance beam n-gga
hair pull, neck grab, don’t f-ck with hoes that backstab
don’t f-ck with n-ggas that ain’t got sh-t, if i f-cked a n-gga then that’s my d-ck
my mouth a jacuzzi, my p-ssy a safe place
f-ck me ’til daybreak, then you can go skate, trina

- bill burr lyrics

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