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too hort - lollypops lyrics

tell a n-gg-.. telephone, telegram; two-way that motherf-cker
somebody let him know.. tell that n-gg-
his b-tch is out of pocket

[verse one]
it was me and yo’ broad, ridin in my ‘llac
she tried to climb on top of me and slide on my lap
i said hold on baby, we almost to the spot
we gon’ do somethin nasty, with all this l-st you got
i f-cked her on the floor then we got up in the bed
woke up in the mornin, can’t remember what we did
last night we was drunk, stinkin dirty motherf-ckers
stayed up all night, ’til 7:30 can’t touch us
when we down on the beach, in the sand in miami
i done found me a freak, done got my hand in her panties
she was playin in the water, man she was wet
so i laid her on her back, i pulled her panties to the left
i told her.. naww baby, we ain’t do it too soon
straighten up your dress, let’s go up to my room
tell your man you was lost, ran into a boss
then i opened that -ss up like a can of sauce

[chorus]
we don’t like those lollypops
sucker -ss n-gg-z don’t know how we rock
they can’t even handle it
when you tell the truth, they can’t stand a b-tch
we don’t like those lame marks
that run the other way when the game starts
cause they don’t know what to do
don’t lie tell me why would i f-ck with you

[verse two]
stop hatin since we datin the same lady
don’t hate the player, hate the game baby
i like her style, she’s kinda wild
and when we do it we don’t waste time goin out
we into it like the x-rated flick with no plot, it’s so hot
don’t hesitate and don’t stop ’til we on top
she got a dude – but what i gotta prove?
ain’t no need to creep, you know she’s a freak
take it all, ’til the b-lls, disappear in her jaws
then she take off them drawers, let me hit them sugar walls
and when i’m done havin fun tryin to be a player
she kiss my thang goodbye and say i’ll see you later
now if you can’t take it mayne you need a good girl
take a ride around the town and try to look for her
cause yo’ wife’s a hoe, you might like to know
if she see a big d-ck, she might go..

[chorus]

[verse three]
i watched her eye, she witcha man, stop starin
stop the lies, there’s no comparin
you wanna ride well let’s go; i got a magic carpet with vogues
i’m nice to the ladies but i’m hard on the hoes
and when you jump in my car b-mpin “freaky tales”
you told me pull it out, you wanna see it’s real
i know your type girl, you ain’t fin’ to wait
that’s how a pimp taste ridin on the interstate
it’s in your mouth, make you wanna scream and shout
you can swallow or spit, when the cream comes out – b-tch!
just don’t tell your man
cause wh-r-s start wars when they know they can
i understand, you really wanna do me
dance to a slow jam, “feelin’ on your booty”
and after tonight, when you kick it with a real one
all them fake–ss n-gg-z you ain’t even gon’ feel ’em (h-ll nah)

[chorus]

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