слова песни Tear Da Club Up Thugs - All Dirty Hoes
(girl) Give me that dick *siren sounding*
(sucking sounds)
(Chorus)
Juicy J: Check in with me and do your job
DJ Paul: All dirty hoes suck dick, nigga what!
Juicy J: Check in with me and do your job
DJ Paul: All dirty hoes suck dick, nigga what!
Lord Infamous: Trick kinda feisty, her lips they entice me
DJ Paul: All dirty hoes suck dick, nigga what!
Juicy J: Check in with me and do your job
DJ Paul: All dirty hoes suck dick, nigga what!
Lord Infamous: Trick kinda feisty, her lips they entice me
[DJ Paul]
Grab my dick suck it hoes
Grab my nuts suck it hoes
Fuck with you on a dick
But not on a bed fold
Rip holes is sowed, bananas in assholes
Got you mad every time you seeing me with some hoes
Every time I check I see 68 in my beeper
Makes you just wanna suck knowing I ain't gonna eat ya
Let's go to bed in my bed still I woke up
Got 'em heading over here for that nigga named Paul
Maybe I'd want the pussy hoe if yo ass didn't smell
I doubt you could get some dick from a nigga on bail
And you wear name-brand, but yo shit ain't clean
Ain't no use in spending your last G's nahmean?
Telling me you love me (what, what)
Telling me my dick is worth hugging (what, hoe)
You's a freak in your book any dick is gold
Want so bad to be my lady
Want so bad to make it happen
Keep it coming like it's coming
Maybe you could keep a cap (bitch)
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[Juicy J]
Juicy was a hoe that lives out in the south
Gaps in her mouth you know what I'm talking about
I was rapping at a club and backstage she going
I bust a ??? out her ??? then I knew she was hoeing
Fuck that I got a big ball haul cargo
A fucking face like a goat
But she deep in the throat
But I don't know I got her number from this bitch on Phil
And she wrote next to her name ";cappin niggas at will";
Cappin niggas at will, I'll probably call who knows
In the bathroom and ??? nothing but ??? she blows
278-9144 shiiiiiiit
If I called out her number you'd be datin' the biiiiitch
You tryin to say, hell naw she's the best of them all
I heard she puts barbeque sauce all over your balls (Daaamnn)
Hands behind your back and you're facing the wall
Licking, sticking, blowing, spitting 'till you weak up and fall
Chorus