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Sex Crymee
Lyricist:David Blake
They got an ATM in the strip club And when it's all trick money every crisp dub Switch your mouth put a dollar on a bottled water And then I'll blame on a fight with a man's daughter
When you see us comin' in, pat us down playa 'Cus we ain't goin' for that muthafuckin' shit later Lookin' for the hoes, all the best you got It's little Quik and I come to spend a knot
In about a hour I'm a be a proper groom Mike Bezy getting sculled in the upper room Top Dog taught me this is how to go If I ain't havin' fun, what I'm livin' fo?
Whether a barberry coast or a batch stars Or at first kings, we in a hundred thousand dollar cars We ain't doin' the worst, we be doin' the best Now what's up with the manache sex
Try me (Try me) Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me) And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me) I wanna be your new sex crymee, so if you wanna a true
Try me (Try me) Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me) And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me) I wanna be your new sex crymee, now what you talkin 'bout?
All over the states, lookin' for the greats Hoes with the reputations for having cakes Puerto Rican mami with the black in it Whole booty looking like a heart with a crack in it
Cabrini green style, say it three times fast Before you do, you're in love with the ass Top Dog, Playa Hamm bought her out Show these L.A. niggas what we talkin' about
She wanna give you pain till you feel it Claimin' that you came on the Peni and the cillin' Get down on it like Creeton with your thang 3 or 4 tag team really ain't a thang with a
She got game, I love you like stranger, sex infinite I need you like a magma for a few minutes Pull your panties down some or at least to the side So I can slip 'n' slide
I like to lick you're paw prints I wanna show how raw that a jaw gets Bang down on ya kidney and it all hits Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com That's it take it off do raw shit
Try me (Try me) Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me) And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me) I wanna be your new sex crymee, so if you wanna a true
Baby try me (Try me) Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me) And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me) I wanna be your new sex crymee, now what you talkin 'bout?
You actin' like you ain't tired You make me wanna just stay up all night doin' this shit You actin' like We ain't both gotta be somewhere in the morning
When you first put it in that's the, that's the best part Doin' it without a rubber like if that's smart Balls in ya jaws, lovin' the walls you crawl Pillow case bitin' and I'm inviting you all
Tell me, what's the best form of stress relief Some head in the bed or some Ecs to keep And I'm lookin' for the broads that I saw in the mall They got my number told you I was about to call y'all
I beat your pussy like you stole somethin' Bringin' you down slow humpin' I'm losing my religion, just like Pac Lookin' for a broad to get up in the cock
'Cus a G ain't shit without a bitch in his bed And money don't mean nothing if you're rich and ya dead So I'm slappin' the cheeks And while you niggas scrappin' in the streets I'm smackin' in the sheets
Try me (Try me) Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me) And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me) I wanna be your new sex crymee, so if you wanna a true
Try me (Try me) Take me to your room and ride me (Ride me) And baby when you're through, you can hide me (Hide me) I wanna be your new sex crymee, now what you talkin' 'bout?
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