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whiz-blacklover - this iz for all my suckers lyrics

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dis iz 4 all my suckers

this iz for all my suckers

[verse 1 whiz black lover]

joe wats up n-gga?

blinks wats really good?

got dat bush and dat backwood

light up in any community

yep im dat community my brutha

loan me some gari kush neva thought dat

little bush in dat shaddy would have me entertained

im a pothead everyone look and

point ya fingaz at tha bad guy wit

da cotton mouths and gl-ss eyes

huh. f-ck it im that high

im f-cking p-ssy cloudz, got my

head in tha clouds, f-ck it im that fly

joe whats up n-gga?

[verse 2 whiz black lover]

you know how i buz find me

drunk f-cked up at tha lumumba club

for those who dont f-ck, get the

middle finga up you suck more then

us n-gga its beginners luck

my d-ck wide long wit 7’’ eyes on it

its like tha blunt when you ain’t got 8’’ on it

i challenge any opponent, who wanna f-ck?

we can f-ck till our c-cks get more energy to burn

[hook]

yea yea yea yea yea yea yea

ain’t n0body f-cking more then me up in here!

puff dis shyt, youll get high off this here because

dis iz for all my suckers

im like yea yea yea yea, yea yea yea yea

ain’t n0body f-cking more then meth up in here

ayo puff dis b-tch youll get high off this here because

dis iz for all my suckers

[verse 3 whiz black lover]

im like oh my g, oh my g

i started growin sour dies in my villa garage

now n-ggas on the block say im on my job cuz now i rock more chains then lil wayne

this my entourage

this not h2o a b-tch see me she like ‘oh there he go’

you can suck wit da bro if you got -ss and nice t-ts

but f-ck you wit dat ‘im high offa life’ shyt!

[verse 4 whiz black lover]

they tried to make me go to side ways no

tell my bo that i ain’t tryna let the p-ssy go

you can catch me in tha whip f-cking dat p-ssy

my c-ck height that means she off tha meat rack tho

look ma im eatin cuz when its time to get back dough

i sink my c-ck in, and turn around and push dat drop

they call me beastin i monsta tha booth

so in tha cut i leave em bleedin

little swag wit some mrs. gh im seasoned

[hook]

[verse 5 whiz black lover]

i got flavors, im major baby send in

tha n-gga that sucking leave silver in yur p-ssy

can’t f-ck wit hatas, just mad i got a pocket of loot

im chasin papers, your tryna be a rock in my shoe

im a fatha, i dont f-ck with children

these youngings thinkin they hard

i think harder then they think they is

im bout as proper as my english iz and

hope i did my thing before i die for tha things i did

[verse 6 whiz black lover]

everybody pull that boxes down

make sure the b-tches are on no panties

game plan cuz dis is for all my

madaf-cker p-ssy suckers

forward ever, p-ssy entertainment

on b-tch, one c-ck, one c-ck one bed

cuz ah trade on p-ssy’s 24/7

you know what else funny?

i thought was so gudda

im cheech and chongs brutha

just got different m-th-s!

- whiz blacklover lyrics

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