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j zone - the trojan war (feat. thug penis a.k.a. huggy) lyrics

f/ huggy bear

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[j-zone]
on my way out the door to check a high price nympho
i bagged out drivin my beat up -ss pinto
i face like mya with a b-tt to stop traffic (woooooooo)
reminsce about what happened with the last chick (what?)
ran out the crib all heated and mad
for 3 d-mn hours i beat it, it’s sad
that it never got a nut, so from here on out, i ain’t
f-ckin with a rubber on
bonin with a trojan ain’t my type of lifestyle
you bein ultra sensitive to say i’m livin trife pal
then again the thought of me havin 3 seeds
a bed i been laid up havin vd
brings fear to the zone, so you gotta stay hard
but i ain’t p-ssin razor blades until the father’s day card
so she comes to the crib, dog, you might as well use it
-im ready to f-ck and i ain’t jokin-
but like i expected, the chick was dope
the s-x was wack cause of the bullsh-t latex
we both frustrated and ???? the cd stopped
try doggystyle, missionary, me on top
on the floor, in the shower, it’s all the same
bonin for hours we burn the straight flame
ain’t no point in being ???
cause s-x aint sh-t when they hung it on ya shoulder

-was it good for you?- -i didn’t feel a thing-
-was it good for you?- -i didn’t feel a thing-

dj contakt: yo j!
j-zone: oh sh-t, contakt what the f-ck you doin up in
these parts?
dj contakt: i’m about to catch this new lucy lui
joint, yo you wanna come with me?
j-zone: d-mn luvy lui, that’s wifey right there. but
i’m sayin, i met this chick that look
like anna kournikova, i’m about to go tear her back out man..
dj contakt: yo i got some condoms man you want some..
j-zone: c’mon man you know i don’t f-ck with condoms
no more, i don’t even bust usin
them sh-ts, i gave up on rubbers a long time ago,
dog.. i gotta go raw daddy, you know
what im sayin..
dj contakt: yo are you crazy?? you gotta listen to
your d-ck man, you gotta listen to
your d-ck.

[huggy bear aka thug p-n-s]
well it’s about time you stop tuggin on me
and got me lined up with some new p-ssy
lets collaborate, 2 heads is better than one
and from my perspective it’s only anti-ception
too many infections
i liked it in her mouth, but the -sshole is out (what!)
you better put a hat on my head, before i play dead
like i did last time and got us both kicked out of bed (stupid!)
even though were the same age, i c-m premature and
blame it one the bones
we refuse to get it red without a latex
unless you start givin these hoes aids tests (whatever)
face in the -ss smoothered enough to flood gas
give that hoe charcole and a face mask
in the p-ssy, yeah we miss them days
crabs, weed, one day i even found a diamond ring
being a d-ck is harder than you think
especially when you owner f-cks anything that winks (f-ck you)
blast in the face, b-tches keep lickin me
even though i got no taste, strictly p-ss and sticky
until i bust off like a mobster
and get pulled out right in the boxers
im not the man to be traded
i’m not f-ckin with you zone, it’s either that or castrated

[j-zone]
shut up d-ck, cause with a rain coat your dead
who cares if she’s ugly at least i keep you fed
you hate it when i bet it, or let you get backed up
you should spit kids up, they all had fat b-tts
the days of the condom are over
im about to go break off this anna kournikova
look-a-like raw dog
like an idiot

-what’s the matter ya burnin?-

-flatline-

- j zone lyrics

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