letra de beotches - motion man
[intro]
alright, you already know
kutmasta kurt is a g*nius
this goes out to my folks e-40, hieroglyphics
kool keith, my brother bugsy malone
i still got too short on 8-track with the dope fiend beat
so i had to let my man out
[verse 1]
clifton santiago!
i drink beer, talk spanish, out here lookin’ negro
i’m santiago with a gang a’ hoes, i’m el diablo
in they pueblo, i make a pass at ‘em
on some aikman away, montana far to marino
traermes advances, las vegas casinos
gracias muchacha
me gusta como mueves, tu sabes
yeah it’s on
‘cause when spanish broads call me, now go on
baby it’s on
yo, i don’t give a f-ck about hoes
darkest, blackest, to the whitest, brightest, f-ck about hoes
ass and titties then the
va a la tienda, i’ll send ya
before we rendezvous
i’m drinkin’ 40s and blowin’ weed
before i’m fond of you
batches got sn-tches
all i wanna do is raw dog some batches
my motto, wild ‘em, we clubbin’
man, don’t love ‘em, rub ‘em
d-mn your girl
when i’m smashing you
effecting you like the pill ecstasy
[chorus]
beotch!
how are you doing?
we only hook up for some scr-w-ng
beotch!
what do you need?
i got drank in the fridge and poundage of weed
beotch!
you’ll never leave mad
after sessions with the motion, out front there’s a cab
beotch!
go home to your man, man, man, man, man
[verse 2]
i met this b-tch the other day
she used to l!ck up on my ass like every day
she’d l!ck my ass up and down
like her tongue was charmin the toilet paper, paper
and every time she tossed my salad
my assh0l- was getting more chafer, chafer
this b-tch used to suck my d-ck like it was slush in a slurpee
and every time she slobbed on my kn-b
she never would pull it out there and just jerk me
she swallowed it, gulp by gulp
getting lightheaded, seeing stars
not tm tm tm tm tm tm tm tm
and ten minutes, returning back
and sh-llacked her back
and back that thing to the edge of the bed
i’ll pound upon you
frequent visits ‘cause you missing your favorite hound up on you
[chorus]
beotch!
how are you doing?
we only hook up for some scr-w-ng
beotch!
what do you need?
i got drank in the fridge and poundage of weed
beotch!
you’ll never leave mad
after sessions with the motion, out front there’s a cab
beotch!
go home to your man, man, man, man, man
[outro]
beotch!
beotch!
beotch!
beotch!
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