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e-40 & too $hort - slide through lyrics

[verse 1: e-40]
i got a sack of that romulan and i’m ready to spark
a box of them condoms and a bottle of dark
berretta nine milli in case they think i’m a mark
pull up and i park, then i hop out the lark
freshly hitted and fitted, from my head to my socks
but she don’t wanna suck me, she wanna f-ck my watch
my diamonds h-lla noisy, sound like an opera when they sing
big -ss medallion ’round my neck, look like a playground swing
she say ‘i like yo bling, i like yo ice’
‘how much it cost?’ a few dollars, but f-ck the price
got it from selling nasal candy, base rocks, rice
without the soy sauce, cappers, some sleepless nights (belee dat)
i’m a whale, i’m a top hat
i’m rocking what i see and what i’m looking at
you got the snapback and i ain’t talking ’bout the cap
pretty young thang, like kyla pratt

[verse 2: too short]
i told her put something s-xy on
no bra, little dress, and thong
i’m coming through with that extra long
ipod with the best songs
when i’m h-rny i don’t play b-tch
hit the store and got a bottle of your favourite sh-t
i know how to please a woman
give her what she wants when i’m c-ming
i lock load, and aim
then i’m up out on the road again
all these females know my name
heard i was slanging that golden thang
too many traps too check
b-tches always wanna have nasty s-x
but it’s too much cash to get
i never leave empty-handed, ask the b-tch

[verse 3: tyga]
king guapa, panty dropper
give a b-tch that boom; chief rocka
shock locker, neck boppers, phantom driver
all white ghost, no opera
street mobber, b-tch wanna kick like soccer
riding with a thing on my thing; let it chop her
f-ck coppers, ‘bang bang’ at yo partna
we body, you body boys no problem
sick wid it, no liers
admit it, forty water, we on fire
wet p-ssy, now i’m gon’ dive in
full of that drink, now i’m driving
i’m a beast b-tch, on ya knees b-tch
off the hennessey, now we looking for a freak b-tch
like lil b said, ‘i can f-ck yo b-tch’
so i’mma f-ck yo b-tch

- e 40 too hort lyrics

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