Copywrite – On My Dick lyrics

It's

copyright Not! the type to borrow I'm scheming Shut
the fuck up and listen to the following meaning A
role model for those willing to follow a demon of
one night stands of hoes willing to swallow my semen O
H.ten. Where. the fuck y'all at Now?
say 'Fuck you Copy '!"Fuck you Copy "!!motherfuck, y'all back want
to shoot me 'cause I called your man wack But
you bear no arms therefore, can't clap Better
respect your boss and accept the loss That
I Q.rock. sets metal detectors off You
got juice That's? pulp fiction Pick
up your girl and get brain in the car like Jules and Vincent Too
fatal unable, to crash Sluts
I introduce to anal call me a pain in the ass Buy
a drink for a bitch that I think I'm a hit Then
I finger fuck her If. my finger stinks I'm, a split [HOOK]!

Bitch
Dance! to my shit Shake!
that ass slut Get! that ass up Bitch!
Dance! to my shit Shake!
that ass like a ho Act! like you know Come! on Bitch!
Dance! to my shit If!
you don't suck my dick in the club You
won't get in the club I! said Bitch
Dance! to this Hands
in my pants on my dick My!

crew don't give two fucks on the scene to ball Twenty
deep and two bucks between us all We
ain't come to dance we came to see you brawl And
while y'all fighting I'm taking your chains keys and all Hoes
glance no, romance We. stick cock in 'em Slow
dance with hoes strictly to pick pocket 'em y'all
bought the bar out but, can't be drunk 'cause
I pissed in your brandy while y'all was dancing to Ante, Up That
ain't Cris y'all drinking It's
piss y'all drinking That's
why you're bitch all stinking Megahertz
profile on the low while you got no style You
ain't hostile You. HOE style All
up in the V I.P.trying. to pop Cris Meanwhile
your fiancee got her face where my crotch is Watch
this Pull. out a twenty she's, topless No
telling what the bitch'll do when I empty my pockets Trying
to get her in the Hyatt to stick If
she ain't giving me pussy I, ain't buying her shit Push
the tired bitch from the driver's side of my whip Jerk
off When. I see my crew lie, on my dick Come. on [HOOK]

Six

foot four Skinny. white kid your bitch looks for Not
'cause I'm rich but because my dick won't fit through doors Fuck
tipping a bartender Let. a bigger rap star enter I'll
key his paint job and dent his car fender Give
me a straight shot of the strongest shit in the house Sit
in the couch say "AHH" take this dick in your mouth What's
all the bitching about My?
mission's every bitch in sight is stripping 'em I'm
gripping your tits and ripping 'em out And
fuck security They. don't worry me Drinks
on the house with counterfeit currency I'm
high but twenty gun packing Nun. slapping Oh
you, ran out of liquor Better? run back in Champ
war Bending. over sluts with their pants tore But
can't score since I'm throwing up on the dance floor My
mans tore the club up Trife. as fuck Tomorrow
night we'll do it again but, twice as drunk Come
on [HOOK]