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three 6 mafia - watcha do lyrics

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ah yeah, these hoes always
talkin’ bout’ all the sh-t they got
([unverified])
dkny and i’ma tell you
what they do to get it, b-tch

watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?

watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?

b-tch don’t play dumb
stick out your tongue
and let me take a plunge
for plenty you don’t have
to suck your thumb
i got yum-yum

at night you have nice dreams
’bout spices and ice cream
you look kind of fiesty
your lips they entice me

don’t fight it, don’t try
to front like you don’t like it
i can tell you get excited
i’m gon’ spank it

put your head up under the blanket
it’s the tightest
a mafia, so play it to the triple 6 to the tre’
until tonight lord infamous is on the entree

you n-gg-s be killin’ me
say you’ll never do me
but still you do it
every time i turn around
you punk is in the booty

is it hard to pick em’ out
h-ll na, i’m on the top of that
all real hoes know
a n-gg- that lick on the cat, that’s a fact

n-gg-s be one of the main ones doin’ it
come and eat a little punk -ss n-gg-
f-ck screwin’ it, little peter pipter
these playas for the p-ssy eaters
got you rock hard after my nut you’s a d-ck beater

watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?

watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?
watcha do? watcha do?

slob on my kn-b
like corn on the cob
check in with me
and do your job

lay on the bed
and give me head
don’t have to ask
don’t have to beg

juicy is my name
s-x is my game
let’s call the boys
let’s run a train

first find a mate
second find a place
third find a bag
to hide the hoe face

it’s bout 2-0-9, i’m ridin’ viper
tryin’ to find somethin’ freaky
’cause i think it’s about that time

me and my dogs
it’s not about two b-lls
now i need a big mouth
for a d-ck and two b-lls

it’s paul, askin’ with ya
take face w-lly
165 pound, skinny n-gg-, beer belly

i’m bout’ to take her to get it tight
from all of ya’ll
no paper chasin’ i’m in the ocean
tryin’ to catch some jaws

these b-tches got me goin’
the feelin’ of a warm mouth
man i tell you ’bout these hoes
chewin’ in the south, it’s on

once i get it alone, i bone
a whole deep along
but that’s another song
we on the subject of these hoes
and they suckin’ d-ck

don’t frown hoes
you the main ones don’ it
crunchy blac up in the b-tch
i tell the truth dog
all these hoes goin’
don’t let ’em foll y’all

yo, this is dj spanish fly
live at the shake joint
and they shake the tooshie, watcha do?
three 6 mafia a worrr

see i be swanin’ at a b-tch
like a n-gg- tryin’ to hit a pinata
ten n-gg-s d-cks
up in your motherf-ckin’ stomach
came across a d-ck

they got you grippin’ up on your head
buckin’ on south spreadin’ p-ssy, fool it farted
men, plaster fallin’ up off the w-ss
while i’m f-ckin’ her like a dog
she constantly lickin’ on my b-lls

all up on my d-ck, and on my nuts
it’s just the best i be rat tat tat tat tat
had to watch how quickly that b-tch react
like a n-gg- tryin’ to hit a pa

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