I'm having a big problem, or should I say difficulty? With my body's faculty My wood ain't acting right, as soon as I got this girl to act right Seduced her to give up the ass on the first night Her name is Cynthia, hell of a body that will send for ya Backstage, D.C, had my niggas go send for her She spotted me and she said "I was just wondering why they call you Big Ed?" Now that's the million dollar question hon' Let just say in the sack I'm known to make a run Forget about it, cause I'll hit you with that pressure Can't wait to undress ya, with your fine ass lookin' like Vanessa 5'11", light skin, green eyes and convacios Defintely lickable in delicate places Not tonight though, strickly just to dick down Got to the telly, honey laid down, pulled the pannies way down Ain't got time to waste now, she's tuggin' at my waist now Dropped my pants, dropped my drawers, and whipped it out Inserted into her mouth, she wrapped her head around the ear She let me watch my dick disappear, reappear I rubbed the cat, finger fucked it, she grabbed my hand and sucked it And in the other hand nothing but dick I got my jim-hand but when I tried to put it on My hard-on was gone I told my dick "Attention salute" But he didn't, insuborate motherucker What happened to the rocka rocka motherfucker? Then he spoked, spoked me I almost choked On my spit, this is ricdoulous I'm looking at my piece like whose dick is this? (Who Am I? I'm the nigga that made you I'm the reason why all the honies laid you I got 'em doing all that freaky shit they do Reprations overdue) Nigga hold up, reprations? (Yeah I said it) Now what you mean you got me pussy? (Oh I didn't get it?) (Only thing you did was brag about me Telling 'em how I'm hangin' like Nights of the Boogie All in the your raps, all in your convo you building curosity straight from the get-go You know, and I know, that she wants to know And she ain't gonna go, until she knows how long I grow) Nigga I got it from the game I spit I enticed the mind way before she saw the dick What you mean you made me? I'm the that bust the raps Bust the gats (Yeah but I got the nuts to go do that Hoes I run through that) Fool when I walk in the spot they be like who that? (Nigga they be lookin' at the bulge in your pants The size of your feet and hands, peepin' out your stance Musclar, six pack, don't mean shit They leave your stupid ass if you go impatent Nigga you ain't shit without me, can't do shit without me Cause every women loves a big fat stiffy That she can sit on, direct and cream on And if I don't rise up, best believe she's gone Alot of women want their cats licked But it takes a backseat to some bomb dick Even money won't do the trick, she'll get tired of the shit She'll start sneaking around hunting for some dick The want from you to lift shit, fix shit You wouldn't be around if you weren't attached to dick I'm in control, I'm the brain's extension No matter you postition, just look at Bill Clinton Dykes hate you but buy me off the shelf) Man nigga fuck you (Nawl that's bad for your health And while we on the topic, this bad hoe you wanna stab Can't fuck with her dogg, she got crabs And they'll get in my afro, oh hell no Let's just bust from flacio, cause she'll go) *door slams*Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
