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Three 6 Mafia Hypnotize Camp Posse Da First Date (feat. Koopsta Knicca, Tear Da Club Up Thugs) [Intro] (Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good) [Man:] So what's up with you right now? [Girl:] What you mean what's up with me? What's up with you? [Man:] I'm trying to find out what you want to do [Girl:] I think I need to go home chill out, relax [Man:] I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me [Girl:] Naw it's too early for that [Man:] Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time [Girl:] But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date [Man:] Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with you? [Girl:] What's wrong with you? You ain't getting none [DJ Paul] The shit started off real well Real swell the bitch was talking lovely She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30 It'll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me? I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this bitch is beeping me This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that I'm pulling up to the crib lights out I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out Stepping out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go She talking about going back to my crib but that ain't trying to happen I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping Jumped on the title of six hoping the hoe peeps game Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period Bitch the lies So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign And I'ma holla hoe [Chorus] My conversates I'm trying to fuck on the first date Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch Riding round with this drunk ass bitch Hoe let it bump [Juicy J] Chicken chicken Don't be tripping When I'm bout to spit this pimping Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I'm into winning Heard your niggas like a pigeon Punk ass faggotts always switching See that Lexus that he ride in I got that strapped on my wrist'n Come on hoe and stop the fronting Keep my dick from jumping jumping Take a shot of fifths and liquor But I can't be buying nothing Where I'm from I can't be saying Cause I'm just to cheap for paying Can't be hanging drinking drinking With this guru what a behavior (moan) Bout to ball the troops to college Watching haters ow they be falling Looking for the freaky freakys That be chewing the dick and swallowing We can take a short'n riding Through the cut to reach your housing We can ride down to the river While you work on using your mouth'n Everybody know you going Bet you probably saying oh no'n Then I'm gonna teach you lessons Stranglin all to death and rowing And your sister know she with it Cause she let me nigga hit it Then she get the licking licking Then she have to pay to quit it [Chorus(x2)] [Lord Infamous] Bitch I don't wanna just hold hands And listen to slow jams I'm not with that romance Or candle light slow dance Hoe why don't you take a chance? Ain't like you ain't fucked before Come out those tight ass pants Stop thinking that I won't call no more Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide You wanna wine and dine But don't wanna bump and grind There's plenty hoes that wanna bone So next time we don't get it on The next time you phone You gets a dial tone bitch [Koopsta Knicca] There's many bitches that's fine as fuck Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked? (say what?) Them pretty bitches that like to suck No telling, tell me how many niggas they done fucked? (say what?) One to the honey bitch over in the corner Two to the bitch on the porch Take 'em to the bathroom Dick them in the fucking moon Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fuck What the fuck you want though? Could it be my back room door wide open Naw you know that'd make me mad The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the bitch on the weekend weekend [Chorus(x2)] [DJ Paul:] Hoe get up out my shit! Ugly bitch I aint wanna fuck your little stanking ass anyway bitch Only reason I man motherfucking Man took your motherfucking ass and babysitted you all night bitch 'Cause my nigga was trying to fuck you Motherfucking dike ass greedy little ugly drunk Stanking breath ass bitch Cigarette smoking ass hoe Get the fuck up out my car bitch! (Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good...) |
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