Pardon, That Bitch Been On My Mind All Week
"Yo pardon
That bitch been on my mind all week"
She wanna role play rape while
I'm wearing the cape
Tie her up and use tape and
Make love like we hate
I'm hung like a drape, yeah it's great
Caught mermaid for sushi, my dick was bait
Let's toast to Ebony from the Ivory Coast
She moved to Lefrak tried school
But got left back
Icy white teeth, pretty skin, jet black
She probably used Shea butter
Had a freak sister and gay mother
And her mama said 2 daughters
And a crazy baby daddy was enough to turn a
Straight woman bull legged, gladly
Full-swinging grammy
I stabbed the whole family
That's all three hoes in all three holes
I smoke a blunt in the projects
Then I fuck a cunt with some blunt objects
Two dildos on the cake beater
That bitch can't take a break neither
I finish hard around the rim like Stoudemire
That bitch like bad boys, I'll sodomize her
Then start a fire, hologram?
This is for the G's, strictly for the G's
Chillin with your people in
The club smokin reefer walking to the phone
Call the number on the beeper
He'll finger fast like Caesar
And your boy is known to rip a track out
Twist a sister's back out
Dribble penetration to her rim
Just like I'm Stackhouse
My mistress Puerto Rican
I got a black spouse, black shoes
Laid up on the black couch
I'm higher than a devil
Leather from the butcher
Screaming on the pedal
It's still alive, fuck it let it ride
Ba ba ba! go the black Beretta 9
Old hookers slide their panties to
Shit in the street
Don't want to lose a dollar
Try to elude their fathers
We proof as scholars, and we true and honest
Jewish dollars fresher than
The newest harvest
I left her throat frosted
Came through, straight sauced it
Her voice lost it, insane, Romaine tossed it
I big-bossed it, feel the beat
Full-forced it
Her pussy lips gave my dick a seizure
Yeah, she Rick Ross'd it
No disrespect, I'm just painting the picture
I'm in love with a hooker
Plus I'm dating a stripper
Pay her with liquor, next step
Tasting the zipper ate til she shiver
My tongue game is making her quiver
You know I turned it down
If a shorty smelling foul
I use my fingers first to
Make sure it ain't bacalao
Lots of style, that's why they love me
Gash juice dripping all over my rugby
It's ugly
Tell her she can oil me and tug me"
Masseuse style
Plus they love the way that I'm well hung
My nuce wild since we was minors hoppin
Out different vaginas
Lord of the skins in Timbs is how you find us