Lyle Lovette song by Atmosphere from Primary Album Album not found. The music is composed and produced by Joel. Genre is Rap music. The Record company is unknown. Released on None.
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Lyle Lovette Meaning
| [Hoes and tramps Fucks and sluts Bitches scams Tits and butts [Verse 1] Bitches be creamin’ for this eight inch demon And when you hear me screamin’, I’m about to free the seamen Wipe myself off on your couch cover If she talks any trash I’ll flash my box cutters ‘Cause I’m rougher than any pimp you’ve had in your life ho I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle Kill that bullshit cause if baby gets trifled I’m lacing the liquor with some piss and some Lysol Roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin’ a sticky bun Spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme some ‘Cause I’m a freak, I like the girls with tattoos I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru I take ’em two at a time, make ’em both say my name Ain’t never had three, but best believe that I’m game And that’s the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble The inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle Cruisin’ lake street, gene pool ridin’ shotgun Got the flyest tricky’s from the Mississippi to Boston I’ve got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm The doors always open honey, come out of the storm Yo I got daddy’s little girls, ones that always stay true I’ve got an uptown girl she dyes the pubic hair blue And I’ve got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavor She travels on business I’m gettin’ down with the neighbors I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides One hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side Got a Bloomington bitch with a pool in her apartment Rug burns all over from fucking her on the carpet Got the mega-mall hoes, make ’em all work the food court Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports Got a stripper bitch with body jewels and fake titties And a ho that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city , [Hook] But my favorite one, out of all of ’em, is YOUR girl I sway the tongue never once have I been forceful She lays it on like its a job that she loves, yo Who’s lips is these? the response is always slugs [Verse 2] The Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray Downtown women that like to fuck on the staircase North side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks Love to open married women up to the pervertedness Disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals I’m working with the way I trick ’em out, silly mortals The words I kick, the sport I play Now what to say when I’m sittin’ at this buffet with these tasty morsels [Hook] [Verse 3] Crusin’ down the street in my babies mom’s caprice February got the windows cracked, wearin’ a fleece Hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute Gimme nine and a half weeks and I’ll have that freak sniffin’ too Distributing cum across the rotten fruited plain I know its hard being young girl, let me soothe the pain I understand you baby, straight up I understand Now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin’ pants down The only ones I don’t do is those under eighteen Or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I mean I got sluts that love to give head, and I like to watch The way they move their tongue up and down my… , [Outro] Motherfucker! I can’t believe your sittin down here Recordin’ some bullshit like this (Hey man it’s just a song, it’s just a song, it’s like a joke) Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? you better take your ass over To that neglected girl you got there (Why you always trippin’ on me in front….) Motherfucker, you got a kid, how you rhyming about some bullshit like this? “Dropped my drawers, and the bitch said “Shit! Skinny mothafucka with a fat ass dick!”] |
