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saukrates - body language lyrics

featuring choclair

intro [saukrates] {choclair}
[pour fador]
{hear this}
[hey i got my reasons man. conkescador. respect ’em]
{let me just say this}
[you know what i’m saying]
{you’re a very pretty girl}
[you know it’s a lie
aaaaah]
{where’s your att-tude which was ugly as a motherf-cker
you really need to tighten that sh-t up}
[that was real that’s real
how you make me feel sugar, god d-mn!]
{you got to fix yourself}
[you know everything is everything]
{’cause there’s gonna be one n-gg-… that might just snap on your -ss}

[choclair]
it’s 10: 15 up in the am, scratch the back, cough the phlegm
i hear the phone ringing
i wipe the sleep from the tear ducks
phone’s ringing, sun’s blazing through the curtains
ignore the phone calls, pager bawls
check the number, its 4-1-6-k-c-t-2-2-6-4
the 3 means for me to go an call back immediately
i call back and id myself as the chizz-knocka

[saukrates]
yo, what up potna? i got a little story to tell
about this heavy chickenheaded, brow eye c-cktail
nipples like pickles, did her well to the dills
spinning in the background, all i could hear was wedding bells
’cause the c-ck had me locked on p-ssy detention
forgot to mention -ss cheeks was heavy, broke my suspension
and even got to say what happened
her body language spoke a new form of rapping
p-ssy so tight she grabbed my d-ck with it and started clapping
when we were done, she said ‘thank you sugar’ (sugar)
i -n-lyzed her barbed wire tattoo ’round her ankles
would have taken the time to study it before i hit it
was killing to get in it,
so i choose to peep the g right after we done did it
i’m telling you this because i’m the sweet p-ssy critic
i reminisce on -ss, p-ssy, t-ts and thick lips all over my long pr-ck
you the sh-t brown eyes, you the sh-t’s what i said
i see you doing movies, getting all up in my n-gg-‘s head
peep what i said, you the bomb and my mind is caught
but listen, the d-ck is long but the time is short, it’s you i’m dissing
you p-ssing in the wind sugar, i’m ice cold
you ain’t never gonna win sugar, i’m twice as bold
as the average p-ssy chasing, look who you facing
i read you body language, now please get out my bas-m-nt

[choclair]
but that some sh-t n-gg-
i bet if you wanted to,
you’d make that p-ssy drip like your snotbox up in the winter
or watch your picture
i knew this trick that was similar to yours
with the t-ts that stood up, just like the lights upon an ’89 accord
as sharp as a sword, with these nipples like?
i was like farmer brown, ’cause i was picking to get in it
her body looked stolen from a stacey dash mold
if you seen the hold on that -ss, sh-t! (sh-t)
the cactus had my brain blitzed like i’m smoking l’s up in the stairs
my pipe is getting full with the liquid joe(?)
yo, i wanted to unload and make it spread like pour-ed milk on the floor
the center fold, had me rocked if i stood up
her shoulders being tapped, yo i’m fiending for the cat
i wonder if she’ll feel me
i’m breaking through my jeans, lips looking mad big
like she could suck the green off army fatigues
body smooth like a gs3, double ooh on the body i would do
she can take the chizz right out the knock-aaah
you guess you get rock more tricks than the sea
for the chizz-y (chizz-y), real-ly (real-ly)
you see you just p-ssing in the wind sugar, i’m ice cold
you ain’t never gonna win sugar, i’m twice as bold
as the average p-ssy chasing, look who you facing
i read you body language, now please get out my bas-m-nt

outro [saukrates]
let’s go conquistadoris, chocola-tay, oooooww
aight, bring it back so i could double this

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