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letra de bitches on my dick - bishop lamont

aftermath presents…
b-tches on my d-ck
action!

haha. good lookin’ khalil. let’s take these n-ggas to the stadium

[verse one]:
run for the hills, i’m takin’ n-ggas meals
on some high school bully sh-t on big wheels
bang like big foot on some e pills
neck full of ice, give a vampire chills
that’s not my life, i don’t wear that sh-t for real
i just said that sh-t to get some b-tches on my d-ck
spread that sh-t to make the whole globe sick
like pestilence, locust, that biblical sh-t
unequivocal, not typical but still sayin’ b-tch
do what i like on that digital sh-t
carson been on the map, i’m just highlightin’ it
the west coast is back n-gga ain’t no fightin’ it
chinchilla on my back
feather in my cap
look like chewbacca on stage when i rap
pimp pimp horray, i’m here to save the day
thank god for bishop, these other rappers is g-y

[chorus]:
b-tches on my d-ck (yep!)
celly on my hip (yep!)
fresh white tee and some crispy new kicks
shinin’ down my ride ’bout to roll down the strip (yep!)
then tip a couple dubs watchin’ s-xy girls strip
b-tches on my d-ck (yep!)
celly on my hip (yep!)
fresh white tee and some crispy new kicks
shinin’ down my ride ’bout to roll down the strip (yep!)
then tip a couple dubs watchin’ s-xy girls strip

[verse two]:
new white tee
state property
blue denim, with a fresh pair of nikes
for that free promotion, n-ggas better pay me
dippin’ yachts on the ocean n-ggas sippin’ ice tea
return of the ? n-gga mixed with the scholar
screamin’ “revolution”, still poppin’ my collar
off backpack rap, still stack them dollars
still call feminists ‘women witches’ still get ’em out they prada
gorilla pimpin’, i’m donkey kong savage
f-ck crunk dancin’ i’ll still roger rabbit
do the kid n play little hola hola aye
then running man and cabbage patch that’s how i sway
grown -ss man, hundred stacks in my hand
peanut b-tter leather call my beamer ‘peter pan’
international gigolo cali, rio to j-pan
you might not recognize me i come back with a tan

[verse three]:
b-tches on my d-ck
celly on my hip
suck a n-gga up until there’s lugies on your lip
if n-ggas wanna trip
act out a script
i make short films, let me show you a clip
it’s a horror fl!ck
you don’t want no drama
got the heart of a pimp and still love my mama
i respect women, i treat ’em like a rose
i only disrespect them b-tches and them hoes
i can’t lie cause i love y’all too
menage e trois, girls on girls, hit my boys off too
i’m a scorpio
i can’t help it yo
misogyny, p-rnography runs in my blood flow
can’t you just feel the love?
tell the dj play this song when you in the strip club
i ain’t in love with no stripper n-gga, that’s a sin
b-tch i can’t be your hubby but we can be friends

- bishop lamont

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