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letra de 1-800-im-horny - kamaiyah

[intro: too $hort]
yeah, like that
yeah, twerk it from the front
nah, nah, not that booty shake sh-t
sick of these hoes running ’round here shakin’ all that ass, man, b-tch shakin’ her ass at the party
then you get the b-tch home and f-ck her and the b-tch can’t f-ck
d-mn, b-tch, you dance like you could f-ck, what the f-ck happened? (b-tch)
can i get a b-tch that know how to f-ck?
do any of you b-tches know how to f-ck? (b-tch)

[verse 1: kamaiyah]
oh, you gon’ f-ck me like that?
keep f-cking me good, i’ll keep f-ckin’ right back
to keep this sh-t a hunnid like stacks
i heard you had some good d-ck, didn’t know you swung it like that
that’s facts, i like the way that you thug it
hands on my hips, l!ck your lips while we f-ckin’
push it real good, push it good, keep pumpin’
even if we are something, don’t tell a b-tch nothin’
no, i don’t like these hoes in my business
they can’t speak on it if it never gets mentioned
i swear, god as my witness
i never get sprung off my n-ggas that give d-ck
i hit them, yes, i hit them
no cap, n-gga, i f-ck them senseless
all night long i f-ck them endless
if you f-ckin’ me, don’t f-ck my b-tches

[chorus: kamaiyah]
f-ck me slowly
come gimme that sh-t like you owe me, ayy
but don’t f-ck my homies
i’m cuffing that sh-t, you mine only, ayy
whenever you want me
call 1-800 i’m h-rny, ayy
whenever you lonely
call 1-800 i’m h-rny, ayy

[verse 2: kamaiyah]
1-800 i’m h-rny, that’s right
1-800 i’m h-rny, let’s vibe
call those digits, i’ll be sure to arrive
all these b-tches say they freaks but they ain’t f-ckin’ like i
i keep a freak b-tch on her knees bent
givin’ me head, n-gga, give her deep d-ck
out in public, we don’t do no speakin’
but up in private, we be on some freak sh-t
i keep a n-gga that’s strokin’, giving me that dope d-ck
i’m a dope b-tch, coming straight up outta oakland
only liked a n-gga that’s a certified dope man
finger on the trigger, bangin’ on some west coast sh-t
m-o-b, spend money on b-tches
ain’t trickin’ if you got it, baby, it ain’t gold diggin’
keep me a b-tch that’s always gon’ listen
’cause i blow a bag and she don’t f-ck with broke n-ggas

[outro: too $hort]
i’m right here, b-tch, i’m bringin’ it, bring it
what the f-ck you got?
you was on the dance floor, one leg in the air, b-tch, tearin’ sh-t up
put a d-ck in you, the b-tch stiff as f-ck
i need a b-tch that know how to twerk from the front, mayne
twerk that p-ssy, b-tch
like that, h-ll yeah, like that
can’t come at a n-gga like me with that weak sh-t (b-tch)

- kamaiyah

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