If you think I'm a whore now
I'm kicking the doors down
Like me on all fours
I'm hotter than smores now
Like when it pours down
Kitty wet
Never dry
Ten toes up and you was f*cking on a Gemini
Ten toes down and you was all up in your feelings
Na, f*ck that
Slice ya neck and now I'm just killing time
Grab the glock
I think they just realized that his breathing stopped
The other boys
They didn't know that they was at the slaughter-shop
I was trynna get a little toppy for a quarter, pop
But niggas running orders
Trynna see me get my noggin chopped
I ain't really f*cking with you niggas
Find another cock
Another fat ass in some slick jeans
I'm doing a big tease
Boys say they hard
They ain't doing no big things
Goddammit I stunt clean
It's saline
Come save me
Think that I f*cked up
Look what I f*cked up
Police, open up
Yea we got this muf*cka
Oh no you don't
I think he just ran out the back
A lot of muf*ckas is just talk
Stay spitting game, so lame and brushed off
You ain't doing shit, unless you knocking my socks off
Hat's off
A bunch of crab niggas, only things is they back soft
They keep it one hunned, they bag-off, they whack-sauce
Forreal
That's why this nigga getting murked
Stay touching my purse
I put his head in my skirt
Jmale - Man Slaughterhouse 1983 Lyrics
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If you think I'm a whore now
I'm kicking the doors down
Like me on all fours
I'm hotter than smores now
Like when it pours down
Kitty wet
Never dry
Ten toes up and you was f*cking on a Gemini
Ten toes down and you was all up in your feelings
Na, f*ck that
Slice ya neck and now I'm just killing time
Grab the glock
I think they just realized that his breathing stopped
The other boys
They didn't know that they was at the slaughter-shop
I was trynna get a little toppy for a quarter, pop
But niggas running orders
Trynna see me get my noggin chopped
I ain't really f*cking with you niggas
Find another cock
Another fat ass in some slick jeans
I'm doing a big tease
Boys say they hard
They ain't doing no big things
Goddammit I stunt clean
It's saline
Come save me
Think that I f*cked up
Look what I f*cked up
Police, open up
Yea we got this muf*cka
Oh no you don't
I think he just ran out the back
A lot of muf*ckas is just talk
Stay spitting game, so lame and brushed off
You ain't doing shit, unless you knocking my socks off
Hat's off
A bunch of crab niggas, only things is they back soft
They keep it one hunned, they bag-off, they whack-sauce
Forreal
That's why this nigga getting murked
Stay touching my purse
I put his head in my skirt
I'm kicking the doors down
Like me on all fours
I'm hotter than smores now
Like when it pours down
Kitty wet
Never dry
Ten toes up and you was f*cking on a Gemini
Ten toes down and you was all up in your feelings
Na, f*ck that
Slice ya neck and now I'm just killing time
Grab the glock
I think they just realized that his breathing stopped
The other boys
They didn't know that they was at the slaughter-shop
I was trynna get a little toppy for a quarter, pop
But niggas running orders
Trynna see me get my noggin chopped
I ain't really f*cking with you niggas
Find another cock
Another fat ass in some slick jeans
I'm doing a big tease
Boys say they hard
They ain't doing no big things
Goddammit I stunt clean
It's saline
Come save me
Think that I f*cked up
Look what I f*cked up
Police, open up
Yea we got this muf*cka
Oh no you don't
I think he just ran out the back
A lot of muf*ckas is just talk
Stay spitting game, so lame and brushed off
You ain't doing shit, unless you knocking my socks off
Hat's off
A bunch of crab niggas, only things is they back soft
They keep it one hunned, they bag-off, they whack-sauce
Forreal
That's why this nigga getting murked
Stay touching my purse
I put his head in my skirt
Writer: Jamel Williams
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