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dj quik - good lover lyrics

wassup y’all?
these are a couple of b+tches that i like
and i guess they’re on columbia records, or they from new york or somethin’
check these b+tches out

is this all you got?
one minute and you go pop?
you’s a big disgrace, i oughta mush you all in yo’ face!
tellin’ me lies, you a real good lover, you a two minute brother

i told you, i told you they was dope!

i hate guys who talk a lot of sh+t
how they last long and got good d+cks (d+mn!)
talkin’ sh+t, ‘‘i‘m the best lover’’
they all two minute brothers
see, i’m the type of b+tch who loves to be f+cked
trimmed, tucked, stuffed, and sucked
up in my ass, deep down in my throat
so we can get busy, but jimmy must wear a rain coat, he said

godd+mn that sh+t sounds dope!
look no further, hoe, i’m the pope
like religion, nasty or nice
you got to give me some p+ssy like a sacrifice
i got the full night, stretching after twelve
like a burnt offering going straight to h+ll
’cause i’m a pump you up, cold split your cl+t
then let you cum in my mouth while you suck my d+ck
then i’m a turn you over, belly up b+tch
and l!ck that ass right where you sh+t
well needless to say, i took him back to my house
took a quick shower, rinsed out my mouth
my starving ass, my sh+t wet as h+ll
i had to do the right thing
take a massengill!
we lay back coolin’ drinking hennessy
when he said
keep it same to intervene
lift ’em up, spread ’em out
hold up, somethin’ wrong
the beautiful was cold three inches long
now i’m p+ssed and i’m ready to b+tch
but my c+nt’s so h+rny, i don’t give a sh+t
’cause i’m one nasty ass b+tch
and i need something up in my cl+t
i only got half of his, i’m still ticked
aw, what the h+ll, just go for it
i’m through!
is this all i get?
is this supposed to be good d+ck?
d+mn, you said you was a good lover!
but you a two minute brother
n+gga, i ain’t even bust a sweat
not to mention, i ain’t came yet
i was about to be cool, but why did i bother
’cause his sh+t shriveled up like a vienna sausage
now i’m hot, i got an attitude
it’s time for dinner, i’m serving seafood
on your knees, motherf+cker, let your tongue stroll!
push upon that b+tch until you hit my flow
and ladies, beware of those talkative brothers
chances are, they’re two minute motherf+ckers

- dj quik lyrics

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