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bushwick bill - don't come to big lyrics

heh heh, a ho ho ho
oh my goodness gracious, yo bido, check it out g
he he, yooo

[bushwick bill]
i met this freaky thing, juanita madlock
she had a gat, big juicy fat c-ck
she thought that she was too much for me to deal with
told her kick off her shoes, unpeel b-tch
you can’t deal with this d-ck from bushwick
you said that, talk was cheap and her p-ssy was deep
it’s not the size of the sh-t but the motion of the open
so there’s nothin to be provin, b-tch, get to movin
and rub my nuts, cause it’s soothin
and don’t be too rough, cause i’ma kick you in your stuff
she was goin strong, i had it goin on
with ease, i eased, her panties to her knees
protectin myself, with the rubber-tussin
but the son of a b-tch kept bustin
i was b-mrushin, d-ck hard as trig
man them lambskins don’t come too big

[chorus]
they don’t come too big
i know, i know, they don’t come too big – ha!
they don’t come too big
i know, i know, they don’t come too big – yes

[bushwick bill]
people hear my jams cause they slammin
and ask who in the f-ck do i think i am?
it’s bushwick, to you mr. b
talk that he got his sh-t, now i’m put ya out your misery
yeah that’s right, step the f-ck back
and don’t be callin me no motherf-ckin bushwack
it’s bushwick, you d-ck-suckin tricks
i oughta kick your -ss cause your brain don’t click
witcha wanna be cool–ss, fool–ss
act like you never enrolled within a school cl-ss
huffin and puffin, wanna fight, makin angry sounds
a n-gg- weighin two-hundred ninety-seven pounds
but i laughed, that’s a small task
told him run on up, nuttin said, nuttin asked
cause i, never renegged on pullin the trig’
you ho motherf-ckers don’t come too big

[chorus]

[bushwick bill]
back to juanita, the peter eater
this b-tch swallowed my sperm by the 2-liter
she said that my d-ck tasted much sweeter yeah
baby who knows her pose, bend over touch your toes
and close your mouth fore a minute
before i end up stickin my d-ck in it
and you can’t handle that, it’s too m-ssive
girl i f-ck around and block your wind p-ssage
bang bang, i was doin my thang
and the way i sw-ng that b-tch couldn’t hang
i, made the b-tch do, yoga
i, rocked the boat, tipped the boat over
fired up a cig, grabbed the gin, took a swig
stuck my d-ck in, and i dug, can you dig?
i was runnin through that -ss like an 18-wheeler rig
i let them hoes know they don’t come too big, check it

[chorus x2: w/ ad libs]

[ad libs to fade]

- bushwick bill lyrics

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