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kamaiyah – 1-800-im-horny lyrics

[intro: too $hort]
yeah, like that
yeah, twerk it from the front
nah, nah, not that booty shake sh#t
sick of these hoes running ’round here shakin’ all that ass, man, b#tch shakin’ her ass at the party
then you get the b#tch home and f#ck her and the b#tch can’t f#ck
d#mn, b#tch, you dance like you could f#ck, what the f#ck happened? (b#tch)
can i get a b#tch that know how to f#ck?
do any of you b#tches know how to f#ck? (b#tch)

[verse 1: kamaiyah]
oh, you gon’ f#ck me like that?
keep f#cking me good, i’ll keep f#ckin’ right back
to keep this sh#t a hunnid like stacks
i heard you had some good d#ck, didn’t know you swung it like that
that’s facts, i like the way that you thug it
hands on my hips, l!ck your lips while we f#ckin’
push it real good, push it good, keep pumpin’
even if we are something, don’t tell a b#tch nothin’
no, i don’t like these hoes in my business
they can’t speak on it if it never gets mentioned
i swear, god as my witness
i never get sprung off my n#ggas that give d#ck
i hit them, yes, i hit them
no cap, n#gga, i f#ck them senseless
all night long i f#ck them endless
if you f#ckin’ me, don’t f#ck my b#tches

[chorus: kamaiyah]
f#ck me slowly
come gimme that sh#t like you owe me, ayy
but don’t f#ck my homies
i’m cuffing that sh#t, you mine only, ayy
whenever you want me
call 1#800 i’m h#rny, ayy
whenever you lonely
call 1#800 i’m h#rny, ayy

[verse 2: kamaiyah]
1#800 i’m h#rny, that’s right
1#800 i’m h#rny, let’s vibe
call those digits, i’ll be sure to arrive
all these b#tches say they freaks but they ain’t f#ckin’ like i
i keep a freak b#tch on her knees bent
givin’ me head, n#gga, give her deep d#ck
out in public, we don’t do no speakin’
but up in private, we be on some freak sh#t
i keep a n#gga that’s strokin’, giving me that dope d#ck
i’m a dope b#tch, coming straight up outta oakland
only liked a n#gga that’s a certified dope man
finger on the trigger, bangin’ on some west coast sh#t
m#o#b, spend money on b#tches
ain’t trickin’ if you got it, baby, it ain’t gold diggin’
keep me a b#tch that’s always gon’ listen
’cause i blow a bag and she don’t f#ck with broke n#ggas

[outro: too $hort]
i’m right here, b#tch, i’m bringin’ it, bring it
what the f#ck you got?
you was on the dance floor, one leg in the air, b#tch, tearin’ sh#t up
put a d#ck in you, the b#tch stiff as f#ck
i need a b#tch that know how to twerk from the front, mayne
twerk that p#ssy, b#tch
like that, h#ll yeah, like that
can’t come at a n#gga like me with that weak sh#t (b#tch)

- kamaiyah lyrics

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