I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy
I didn't mind it, when he f**ked me from behind
It felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it
He was a trick when I sucked his d***
Used to pass me bricks, credit cards and s**t
Suck him to sleep,I took the keys to the jeep
Tell him "I'll be back," go f**k with some other cats
Flirtin', gettin' numbers, in the summer, hoe hop
Raw top in my mans drop
Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain "Gimme,"
Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me
After ten times we f**ked, I think I bust twice
He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice
Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice
Cold suckin' his d***, rockin' tha mike
It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand
Somethin' that coulda made his a** a real man
Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy
the motherf**ker never ate my p****
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I don't want d*** tonight, eat my p***y right
Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now
I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q
Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U
Had a weedspot, used to pump African black
He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap
I used to see him, in the tunnel, with f**kers at dawn
Whisper in my ear he wanna get his f**k on
I dug him, so I f**ked him, it wasn't nuttin'
He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin'
The sex was wack, a four stroke creep
I jumped on his d***, rode his a** to sleep
He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him
"I thought your a** was still sleepin."
He laughed, told me he bought a new Path
Could he come over right fast and f**k my pretty a**?
I'll pass, n**** the d*** was trash
If sex was record sales you would be double plat
The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me
Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown
Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones
I give you ten G's n**** if you leave me alone, screamin'
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The moral of the story is this
You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this
And I got witnesses, ask any n**** I been with
They aint hit s**t till they stuck they tongue in this
I aint with that frontin' s**t
I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends
Me and my girls rock worlds, some big n****s
F**k for car keys, and double digit figures
Good d*** I cherish, I could be blunt
I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front
For limp d*** n****s, that's frontin' like they willy
Suck my p***y till they kill me, you feel me?
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