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DJ Drama and Lil Wayne Lil Wayne - Dick Pleaser Lyrics



DJ Drama and Lil Wayne Lil Wayne - Dick Pleaser Lyrics
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I'll make it juicy for you, shit
Marley, I be you
Shout out Too $hort
I'm goin' in
The Aphilliates, nigga
Holla at your boy

I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still workin' on her visa
Her girlfriend, Lisa met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck dick but expect for me to eat her?
I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser

I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still workin' on her visa
Her girlfriend, Lisa met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck dick, but expect for me to eat her?
That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her
But her homegirl, Nita, swallow cum by the liter
She look good in boy shorts and a beater
But this other girl, Quita, way sexier than Nita
I ain't lyin' she the hottest bitch, heater
But I'm a f*ckin' freezer, yeah, I'ma f*ckin' leave her
Yeah, I'm a f*ckin' eagle, flyer and deeper
Smoke like a Cohiba, your ho give me cerebral
Now, get low and touch your toes for my people
And if you ain't f*ckin' them, you ain't f*ckin' me either
You think your man hot? Well, f*ck it, me ether
Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like FIFA
Every day Christmas 'cause I'm smokin' that wreath-a
Keep a lot of bitches like Queen Latifah
I am Southern-land, not Kiefer
Y-M-E for "Young Money Entertainment," ha
Run, dummy, finna bang it
You want beef? Then my money will arrange it
I am not f*ckin' finna aim it
But that Nina Ross shout for me when I'm angry
Yeah, Hollygrove, biatch
Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G-I
All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y
That's what I rely on, I'm gone
"He high," yep, I'm three-high
I'm just schoolin' these f*cks like DeVry
College institution, finals and confusion
Stop with your excuses, hip-hop, I am seducin'
Beat you like producers, eat you like produce
Man, I'll f*ck your girl 'til her pussy got no juice
Now, she can't produce, so you won't be needin' that, baby
'Cause all you really need is Weezy F. Baby

All right, let me vent for a minute
See, the problem I got with the game is
There are no gatekeepers in hip hop
Who's lettin' these wack niggas in?
I mean, can someone please put a combination lock on the door?
And stop givin' out the code?
Goddamn
Ayy, Millz, show 'em how it's done

I knew this freak named Tonya from around the way
She used to go to Catholic school back in the day
Now, she strippin' in Sue's for a stack a day
But she bring it all to Daddy, so that's okay
I got a bitch named Lola, true dick-smoker
Part-time broker, late nights, she work at Strokers
Her cousin named Mocha got a insane spine
And it's crazy 'cause I f*cked 'em both at the same time
I even got a bitch in The Bay named Jessica
I swear, she might give the best mouth in America
Vanessa got a attitude, but her ass meaner
She remind me of this ho I used to f*ck named Sabrina
Ugly lil' thing from the home of the Ravens
I only kept her 'round 'cause the ass was amazin'
Tiffany and Emily, my bona fide sluts
When I cum, they touch tongues and share that nut
Got a white chick down in Florida named Sasha
On my mama, her head golden like an Oscar
And I met her through Tasha
At the condo, she let me f*ck her on the washer
September nigga, so you know he nasty
And if she nasty, we do the nasty
Now, I tell a bitch like this
You gotta take ten dicks before you meet the president
Young Money (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)

Okay, I know this one honey
I call her "Track Star" 'cause when we f*ck, she run from me
And I'm hella fly, and her dude dumb-bummy
And I don't get girls, I make her get one for me
My weed real plummy and real gummy
And my flow is harder than an anvil, honey
Shoot these niggas with the handheld, honey
I paper-chase, f*ck standstill money
Niggas kill with me and kill for me
Best believe we ridin' if the fan belt runnin'
Leave a motherf*cker just layin' there, bloody
I'm from the Dirty and I make it rain, damn, that's muddy
She just wanna be my cuddy buddy
And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty
What it dizz-oo? Is you or is you ain't my baby?
Baby?
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I'll make it juicy for you, shit
Marley, I be you
Shout out Too $hort
I'm goin' in
The Aphilliates, nigga
Holla at your boy

I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still workin' on her visa
Her girlfriend, Lisa met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck dick but expect for me to eat her?
I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser

I got a bitch named Keisha, she a real dick pleaser
But shawty from Cuba, still workin' on her visa
Her girlfriend, Lisa met her in Puerto Rico
How she don't suck dick, but expect for me to eat her?
That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her
But her homegirl, Nita, swallow cum by the liter
She look good in boy shorts and a beater
But this other girl, Quita, way sexier than Nita
I ain't lyin' she the hottest bitch, heater
But I'm a f*ckin' freezer, yeah, I'ma f*ckin' leave her
Yeah, I'm a f*ckin' eagle, flyer and deeper
Smoke like a Cohiba, your ho give me cerebral
Now, get low and touch your toes for my people
And if you ain't f*ckin' them, you ain't f*ckin' me either
You think your man hot? Well, f*ck it, me ether
Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like FIFA
Every day Christmas 'cause I'm smokin' that wreath-a
Keep a lot of bitches like Queen Latifah
I am Southern-land, not Kiefer
Y-M-E for "Young Money Entertainment," ha
Run, dummy, finna bang it
You want beef? Then my money will arrange it
I am not f*ckin' finna aim it
But that Nina Ross shout for me when I'm angry
Yeah, Hollygrove, biatch
Sloppy like Joe, you better go get G-I
All my guns knee high, M-O-N-E-Y
That's what I rely on, I'm gone
"He high," yep, I'm three-high
I'm just schoolin' these f*cks like DeVry
College institution, finals and confusion
Stop with your excuses, hip-hop, I am seducin'
Beat you like producers, eat you like produce
Man, I'll f*ck your girl 'til her pussy got no juice
Now, she can't produce, so you won't be needin' that, baby
'Cause all you really need is Weezy F. Baby

All right, let me vent for a minute
See, the problem I got with the game is
There are no gatekeepers in hip hop
Who's lettin' these wack niggas in?
I mean, can someone please put a combination lock on the door?
And stop givin' out the code?
Goddamn
Ayy, Millz, show 'em how it's done

I knew this freak named Tonya from around the way
She used to go to Catholic school back in the day
Now, she strippin' in Sue's for a stack a day
But she bring it all to Daddy, so that's okay
I got a bitch named Lola, true dick-smoker
Part-time broker, late nights, she work at Strokers
Her cousin named Mocha got a insane spine
And it's crazy 'cause I f*cked 'em both at the same time
I even got a bitch in The Bay named Jessica
I swear, she might give the best mouth in America
Vanessa got a attitude, but her ass meaner
She remind me of this ho I used to f*ck named Sabrina
Ugly lil' thing from the home of the Ravens
I only kept her 'round 'cause the ass was amazin'
Tiffany and Emily, my bona fide sluts
When I cum, they touch tongues and share that nut
Got a white chick down in Florida named Sasha
On my mama, her head golden like an Oscar
And I met her through Tasha
At the condo, she let me f*ck her on the washer
September nigga, so you know he nasty
And if she nasty, we do the nasty
Now, I tell a bitch like this
You gotta take ten dicks before you meet the president
Young Money (Gangsta Grillz, you bastards)

Okay, I know this one honey
I call her "Track Star" 'cause when we f*ck, she run from me
And I'm hella fly, and her dude dumb-bummy
And I don't get girls, I make her get one for me
My weed real plummy and real gummy
And my flow is harder than an anvil, honey
Shoot these niggas with the handheld, honey
I paper-chase, f*ck standstill money
Niggas kill with me and kill for me
Best believe we ridin' if the fan belt runnin'
Leave a motherf*cker just layin' there, bloody
I'm from the Dirty and I make it rain, damn, that's muddy
She just wanna be my cuddy buddy
And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty
What it dizz-oo? Is you or is you ain't my baby?
Baby?
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Writer: Dwayne Carter, Jarvis Mills, Tyree Simmons
Copyright: Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group




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