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Whores in this houseThere's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this house (hol' up)I said certified freak, seven days a weekWet-ass pussy, make that pullout game weak, whoo! (Ah)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussyBring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussyGive me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
Beat it up, nigga, catch a chargeExtra large and extra hardPut this pussy right in yo' faceSwipe your nose like a credit cardHop on top, I want a rideI do a kegel while it's insideSpit in my mouth, look at my eyesThis pussy is wet, come take a dive
Tie me up like I'm a surpriseLet's role-play, I'll wear a disguiseI want you to park that big Mack truck right in this little garageMake it cream, make me screamOut in public, make a sceneI don't cook, I don't cleanBut let me tell you, I got this ring (ay, ay)
Gobble me, swallow me, drip down the side of me (yeah)Quick, jump out 'fore you let it get inside of me (yeah)I tell him where to put it, never tell him where I'm 'bout to beI'll run down on him 'fore I have a nigga running me
Talk yo' shit, bite your lip (yeah)Ask for a car while you ride that dick (while you ride that dick)You really ain't never gotta fuck him for a thingHe already made his mind up 'fore he came (ay, ah)
Now get your boots and your coat for this wet-ass pussy (ah, ah, ah)He bought a phone just for pictures of this wet-ass pussy (click, click)Pay my tuition just to kiss me on this wet-ass pussy (mwah, mwah)Now make it rain if you wanna see some wet-ass pussy (yeah)
Look, I need a hard hitter, need a deep strokerNeed a Henny drinker, need a weed smokerNot a garter snake, I need a king cobraWith a hook in it, hope it lean overHe got some money, then that's where I'm headedPussy A1 just like his creditHe got a beard, well, I'm tryna wet itI let him taste it, now he diabetic
I don't wanna spit, I wanna gulpI wanna gag, I wanna chokeI want you to touch that lil' dangly thing that swing in the back of my throatMy head game is fire, punani DasaniIt's goin' in dry, and it's comin' out soggyI ride on that thing like the cops is behind me (yeah, ah)I spit on his mic and now he tryna sign me, whoo
Your honor, I'm a freak bitch, handcuffs, leashesSwitch my wig, make him feel like he cheatin'Put him on his knees, give him somethin' to believe inNever lost a fight, but I'm lookin' for a beatin' (ah)
In the food chain, I'm the one that eat yaIf he ate my ass, he's a bottom-feederBig D stand for big demeanorI could make ya bust before I ever meet ya
If it don't hang, then he can't bangYou can't hurt my feelings, but I like painIf he fuck me and ask, "Whose is it?"When I ride the dick, I'ma spell my name, ah
Yeah, yeah, yeahYeah, you fucking with some wet-ass pussyBring a bucket and a mop for this wet-ass pussyGive me everything you got for this wet-ass pussy
Now from the top, make it drop, that's some wet-ass pussyNow get a bucket and a mop, that's some wet-ass pussyI'm talking WAP, WAP, WAP, that's some wet-ass pussyMacaroni in a pot, that's some wet-ass pussy, huh
There's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this house
There's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this houseThere's some whores in this houseThere's some whores-
