Drip

  • 專輯:Taste
  • 發行:2020-11-10
  • 演唱:RUFUS
字型
作詞:Jeff Bass & Eminem 作曲:Jeff Bass & Eminem

That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these bitches on my dick
That's how dudes be getting sick
That's how dicks be getting drips
Falling victims to this shit
From these bitches on our dicks
Fucking chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time
Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk
I had a bag of the skunk, one and last night's tunk
Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners
Fucked me good, you should've seen us
Big booty bitch, switch unbearable
French role stylin', body like a stallion
Sizing up the figure, while my shit gettin' bigger
Debating on to fuck her, do I wanna be her nigga?
Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits
Sipping on that fine shit, I ain't use to buyin'
I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
Like taking hoes' money, but that's another story
For surely your pussy on toast, after we toast
Our clothes fell like Bishop in Juice
The womb beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my jock
In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop
Response I got when I was knocking it
Clocks steading ticking, kinky finger licking
And carrying on, semen at my tip when she moans
I gotta slow down before I cum soon
And work that nigga, like a slave owner
When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
She foaming at the lips, the ones between the hips
Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip
Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
Pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks
We in the final stretch, the last part of sex
I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next
Like, what the fuck is going on here? This bitch evaporated
Pussy and all just picked up and vacated
And now I'm frustrated, ‘cause my dick was unprotected
And doctor Wesley telling me I really got that shit – fuck!
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these bitches on my dick
That's how dudes be getting sick
That's how dicks be getting drips
Falling victims to this shit
From these bitches on our dicks
Fucking chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time
Now I don't wanna hit no women, but this chick's got it comin'
Someone better get this bitch
Before she gets kicked in the stomach
And she's pregnant, but she's egging me on
Begging me to throw her off the steps on this porch
My only weapon is force
And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
But why's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more?
Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?
Man, I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore
What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce
She's having another baby in a month and it's yours
And you found it isn't, ‘cause this bitch has been visitin' someone else and sucking his dick and kissin' you on the lips
When you get back to Michigan
Now the plot is thickenin' worse, ‘cause you feel like you've been stickin' your fucking dick in a hearse
So you're paranoid at every little cold that you get
Ever since they sold you this shit
You've been holding your dick
So you go to the clinic, sweating every minute you're in it
Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace
And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS
He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to say it
So you jet back home, ‘cause you gone get that ho
When you see her, you gonna bend her fucking neck back, yo
‘Cause you love her, you never would've expect that blow
Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?
Jesus, I don't believe this bitch works at the cleaner's
Bringing me home diseases, swinging from Obie's penis
She's so deceiving, shit, this ho's a genius, she geed us
That's why I ain't got no time
For these games and stupid tricks
All these bitches on my dick
That's how dudes be getting sick
That's how dicks be getting drips
Falling victims to this shit
From these bitches on our dicks
Fucking chickens with no ribs
That's why I ain't got no time
I'm busy, yeah, fuck these bitches
Fuck 'em all, get money
Ha, Shady Records
Wow, Obie Trice
Eminem, motherfucker
New millennium shit, yeah
Turn this shit off, turn this shit the fuck off!


      • 專輯:Taste
      • 發行:2020-11-10
      • 演唱:RUFUS
      字型
      作詞:Jeff Bass & Eminem 作曲:Jeff Bass & Eminem

      That's why I ain't got no time
      For these games and stupid tricks
      All these bitches on my dick
      That's how dudes be getting sick
      That's how dicks be getting drips
      Falling victims to this shit
      From these bitches on our dicks
      Fucking chickens with no ribs
      That's why I ain't got no time
      Yo, I woke up, fucked up off the liquor I drunk
      I had a bag of the skunk, one and last night's tunk
      Pussy residue was on my penis, Denise from the cleaners
      Fucked me good, you should've seen us
      Big booty bitch, switch unbearable
      French role stylin', body like a stallion
      Sizing up the figure, while my shit gettin' bigger
      Debating on to fuck her, do I wanna be her nigga?
      Caressing this bitch, plus I'm checking out them tits
      Sipping on that fine shit, I ain't use to buyin'
      I gotta hit it from behind, it's mandatory
      Like taking hoes' money, but that's another story
      For surely your pussy on toast, after we toast
      Our clothes fell like Bishop in Juice
      The womb beater, clean pussy eater, inserting my jock
      In that spot hotter than the hottest block, don't stop
      Response I got when I was knocking it
      Clocks steading ticking, kinky finger licking
      And carrying on, semen at my tip when she moans
      I gotta slow down before I cum soon
      And work that nigga, like a slave owner
      When I dropped off my outfit, she knew I wanted to bone her
      She foaming at the lips, the ones between the hips
      Pubic hair's looking like some sour cream dip
      Without the nacho, my dick hit the spot though
      Pussy tighter than conditions of us black folks
      We in the final stretch, the last part of sex
      I bust a fat ass nut, then I woke up next
      Like, what the fuck is going on here? This bitch evaporated
      Pussy and all just picked up and vacated
      And now I'm frustrated, ‘cause my dick was unprotected
      And doctor Wesley telling me I really got that shit – fuck!
      That's why I ain't got no time
      For these games and stupid tricks
      All these bitches on my dick
      That's how dudes be getting sick
      That's how dicks be getting drips
      Falling victims to this shit
      From these bitches on our dicks
      Fucking chickens with no ribs
      That's why I ain't got no time
      Now I don't wanna hit no women, but this chick's got it comin'
      Someone better get this bitch
      Before she gets kicked in the stomach
      And she's pregnant, but she's egging me on
      Begging me to throw her off the steps on this porch
      My only weapon is force
      And I don't wanna resort to violence of any sort
      But why's she shoving me for? Doesn't she love me no more?
      Wasn't she hugging me four minutes ago at the door?
      Man, I'm this close to going toe to toe with this whore
      What would you do if she was telling you she wants a divorce
      She's having another baby in a month and it's yours
      And you found it isn't, ‘cause this bitch has been visitin' someone else and sucking his dick and kissin' you on the lips
      When you get back to Michigan
      Now the plot is thickenin' worse, ‘cause you feel like you've been stickin' your fucking dick in a hearse
      So you're paranoid at every little cold that you get
      Ever since they sold you this shit
      You've been holding your dick
      So you go to the clinic, sweating every minute you're in it
      Then the doctor comes out looking like Dennis the Menace
      And it's obvious to everyone in the lobby it's AIDS
      He ain't even gotta to call in you the office to say it
      So you jet back home, ‘cause you gone get that ho
      When you see her, you gonna bend her fucking neck back, yo
      ‘Cause you love her, you never would've expect that blow
      Obie told you the scoop, how could she stoop that low?
      Jesus, I don't believe this bitch works at the cleaner's
      Bringing me home diseases, swinging from Obie's penis
      She's so deceiving, shit, this ho's a genius, she geed us
      That's why I ain't got no time
      For these games and stupid tricks
      All these bitches on my dick
      That's how dudes be getting sick
      That's how dicks be getting drips
      Falling victims to this shit
      From these bitches on our dicks
      Fucking chickens with no ribs
      That's why I ain't got no time
      I'm busy, yeah, fuck these bitches
      Fuck 'em all, get money
      Ha, Shady Records
      Wow, Obie Trice
      Eminem, motherfucker
      New millennium shit, yeah
      Turn this shit off, turn this shit the fuck off!

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