V1 (24) Lust, once ya feel it in your bones, yo, you know you can't stop it/ Understand? Let me expand while we're on the topic/ I date plane Janes, hot chicks/ But I usually only fuck with female pilots cause they got the illest cockpits Ha, and if the crotch fits, where it/ I'm the type of Martha Fokker to ditch a bitch the day before I meet the parents/ She's embarrassed she's dating a rapper - with baggy pants/ Pick her up from mass, system on blast, grabbing her ass/ Glad we could smash, but I gotta move on to the next chick/ I'm an outgoing male, I send one off, and I get one back like Netflix/ Now get this, when you're sexually reckless, you can have a girl that makes you breakfast/ But you'll still seek the rejection of a leggy temptress/ She's like your petty deathwish/ You be dressed in your best shit, tryna silence the skeptics/ Upset kids called her a ¦hoe, and I hoped to god it was true/ Cause see, a hoe fuck everybody, A bitch fuck everybody but you/ I'd forget about it, but soon, I behold it's a sign Envisioned a coked-out Whitney signing 'Moment In Time,' when I told her I rhymed/ And fames the best aphrodisiac know to man, cause now we holding hands/ Saying 'lets blow this stand', and, yo, I hate to spoil plans/ So now that we rolling, I'm the Trojan man, she's stroking it fast/ I'm jonesing for ass, but I almost choked on the gas when I opened her pants/ So potent a blast a fish that It was scary, man/ I snatched the pine tree from the rearview mirror and sandwiched it in her hairy clam.
V2 (24) I got pussy, pussy, pussy on my mind and it's killing me/ 2 to 3 at a time, menagetwois or a trilogy/ I really feel the need to sing this song/ Cause I dated a bi-chick for 3 years and I never got my threesome on/ There's only so many tricks that one woman can teach a schlong/ And even Cheech & Chong agree, more than one freak sure beats the bong/ But, I've reached the wall, and yo, I've only failed, Knowing that getting the most available hoes with tail to bone & bail's the holy grail/ Now for the solo male there isn't the fattest chance in hell/ You can ask two bad frat chicks to nail without landing your ass in jail/ And that's the real haphazard deal, when one set of tits ain't enough/ Ya' want wetter clits, save the hunt, Son, you better just pay to fuck/ The way my luck is, on whether I'll get or get got/ Is slim, but if the chance comes, I can't front, I'll give it a shot/ And I'm shitting you not, the day came when I was put to the test/ Because of my stage name I met these three hookers looking for sex/ They claimed Janessa, Brooke & Beth were their governments/ And wanted to triple the pleasure and triple the fun like they were doublemint/ I'm stuttering, I'm looking down at my dick 2 chicks is rubbing it/ Beth tells me to look at her tongue and then imagine my cum on it/ Then, suddenly one of 'em starts crying, some shit bout her ex-man/ And when one chicks in need, the two others WILL ditch the sex plans/ With staff in hand, I'm asking, 'Is it the time for this shit?'/ From the back of the pack I hear 'Can't you keep your mind off your dick?
Chorus: This is just another sad song/ For times like this, when everything's mad wrong/ You missed your chance, you gotta keep your pants on/ When things don't go your way. Go your way.
It's another assless night/ When the shorty your with isn't acting right/ You're forced to fuck chicks who aren't half as tight/ When things don't go your way. Go your way.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
