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horseshoe g.a.n.g - ass eatin' lyrics

[hook: demetrius]
i can eat it all night, i can eat it all night
i can eat it all ni-i-i-i-ight, i can eat it all ni-i-i-i-ight
now, i can eat it in the morn’ or i can even take a bite
i can eat it all ni-i-i-i-ight, i can eat it in the night
just drop down and i’ll get it
you can get your -ss eaten, now that’s freakin’
introduce her to my wood, staff meeting
backseat of my jeep, let’s film the last scene…
-ss eatin’, now that’s freakin’
now she gon’ wanna claim me, tax season
i dream of bad b-tches, i had a bad dream…

[verse 1: demetrius]
i eat it till it’s all gone; i eat it till it’s, eat it till it’s gone
then i’m gone, if you freakin’ then this y’all song
i eat it up even in the morn’, call that head-start, i’m all wrong
i’m even finna beat it till she screaming, then i’m skeetin’
cause my weakness is when y’all moan
kissing all on her feet and eatin’ all thong
she fresh out the shower, she step out, it’s wet now
i stretch out her flower, she bend down
then she spread her legs out for miles
her -ss, you can bet i devour

[verse 2: dice]
bet i devour for hours, i step out them trousers then plow her
n-gga, check out my s-x now the bed ’bout to break
my d-ck’ll knock her down then it knock her out, n-gga wait
oh lord, you’re not in kansas, kansas anymore
you’re not with your old man or the last ones anymore
where this d-ck came from, there’s plenty more, and i get it
i get it, i get it, your -ss and your cl-t i’m a l!ck it
the minute you sticking your -ss out them jeans
i dream of bad b-tches, i had a bad dream…

[hook]

[verse 3: julius]
to make you c-m is my sole intention
my soldier stand up to get your attention
my tongue, you don’t mind if its on
your -ss, it got a mind of its own
it moves on its own volition
baby, i’m a freak by my own admission
come ride this rollercoaster, no admission
as long as i got your permission
i’m a divide them long legs, call it long division
i play with that peach, give that p-ssy to papa
i punish the p-ssy if the p-ssy is proper
call me peter pipe-her, but i ain’t picking a pack of pickled peppers
i pick a pack of pretty p-ssy pockets
we can do it fast, we can do it slow
i eat it on the freeway that’s food-to-go
wanna bury my face in that -ss like an ostrich
i’m the best n-gga, f-ck who you know

[verse 4: kenny]
she listen to my flow, and m-st-rbate to my lines
climax to my thoughts, came to my mind
i hit her up as soon as she came to my mind
she said “come on back”, so i came on her spine
she (get it), wants more (get it), say it once more (get it)
encore, who can get it wet? this n-gga from the beach i’m sure
your neck, your back, i’m a l!ck your p-ssy and your crack
i’m a get you addicted, yeah i’m crack
i’m the mothaf-ckin’ man, know that, listen to me now
i won’t deprive your needs, i’m only trying to eat
tremble your thighs and knees
that -ss was made for my private, my private seat
i’ve been searching for that -ss, hide and seek
come here…

[hook]

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