Testo Pop X - Mack 10
Testo della canzone Pop X (Mack 10), tratta dall'album The Paper Route (Explicit)
Mrs. Jenifer Mack, peux-tu prendre un message, please?
This is Trina, see, I'm Mack
I want him to come fuck my brains out
Okay, what was your name again? Trina
Trina? I can't, can you use another word, than, that word?
I can't, I can't cut them off in space, just send it through
I'll hang out and hustle till my pockets on tight
Can't wait to hit the club at the end of the night
I got this badass groupie I can fuck on sight
But it take a few exes to be picked to get her right
The ho blow dick like a pro when she buzzin'
And the last thing I heard
She was dykin' with her cousin
But I must be true for the bitch treat me like a man
She put my left nut in her mouth
And she's the right one in her hand
Massagin', talkin' about menage a troisin'
Fuckin' all night, me, her, and the girl risin'
Hold up, bitch, get the fuck up, cut the lights on
She said, I've never seen a gangster with so much ice on
Bitch, I'm a high-tech thug smokin' high-tech drugs
Now get this lovely and rub this dick on your mug
Squeeze it, don't tease it, I got somethin' for you to taste
So jack me off and lick it till I nut in your face, bitch
Roll up a fat one and pop X
Heavy on my two way, the hash tax
Whatever you need, I got it, it's on deck
You fucking with some vets
The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs
Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club
Niggas throw your hands up
Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck
High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs
VIP like a star, we don't go to the bar for no liquor, hold that blunt
I don't smoke nothing but y'all niggas
Just shit niggas used to hang out and ball with us
When they see a block of chickens in their yard with us
With a little stank looking like Tyra Banks
Ain't no limit to y'all niggas like y'all ride with tanks
Wanna ice the broad out and pay the whole rent
I wouldn't give a damn if you slept in a tent
I wouldn't give that slut a single red cent
No, no, I wanna hit for free for no dough
That's your hoe
You deal with that
I'ma keep it real with that dog the broad
Check me out, I'm blowin' bomb in the Bentley
On great big doves, it's so fly
That the bitches even holla at the scrub
I'm a cold nigga on these hoes in the rag rolls
Pimp nigga, only pump my brick for bad hoes
9.9 hoes, brick-scale dime hoes
Fine, but the sucker football through a line hole
Nasty bitches, them the types I like
But the straighter the dice, long as you don't bite
Swallow it, you little cute model bitch
Try to hit me for a lick, but dawg
You get his dick in your mouth
In the mouth, throwin' up the set
I'll leave you feelin' with your pussy wet
B.X. BX
Roll up a fat one and pop X
Heavy on my two way, the hash tax
Whatever you need, I got it, it's on deck
You fucking with some vets
The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs
Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club
Niggas throw your hands up
Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck
High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs
I like my balls like sports cars, fast and exotic
They know when we kick it, sex is the topic
It's all about blasting, fuck that old-fashioned shit
Never leave a nigga mashing out after I hit
I got my game locked tight, go ahead and check
I got a main bitch and keep at least two of it, it's on deck
I come correct, let them know what they up against
And as soon as they see the chain
They know what they fucking with
I be hard on them hoes though
Never letting up
Spit some game in they ear
Make the pussy wet enough
I got them setting up to blow me
Cause they think that I'm rich
This hoe don't hoe like this, make me just
Stop callin' my house
At three o'clock in the goddamn morning
Stop droppin' by your first and last warning
Listen, you knew my fuckin'
Pedigree when you stepped to me
Threw the sex to me, threw it back with a stack of these
Deep throat, that's all she wrote
Roll some dope, a nigga needs somethin' to smoke
Never promoted that, I was ever here lookin' for love
Now that you know what you caught up in the heat of the moment
Used to be tight, we got a room fucked all night
Now you tryin' to lock me down, you know that shit ain't right
I'm free, ain't you, till I find the right team
See what I mean
Chase my goals while you bitches chasin' the dream
Lose your sting, losin' your cool, actin' a fool
At your age, bitch, not the size of your shoe
You was the one that I would call when there was nothin' to do
So kick ass, crazy bitch
Ain't fuckin' with you
Roll up a fat one and pop X
Heavy on my two way, the hash tax
Whatever you need, I got it, it's on deck
You fucking with some vets
The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs
Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club
Niggas throw your hands up
Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck
High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs
Roll up a fat one and pop X
Heavy on my two way, the hash tax
Whatever you need, I got it, it's on deck
You fucking with some vets
The hustle, it's high tech, with some high tech thugs
Smoking high tech drugs, when you in the club
Niggas throw your hands up
Cause we don't give a, we don't give a, we don't give a fuck
High tech thugs, smoking high tech drugs
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Writer(s): Lamar Edwards, Larrance Dopson, Dedrick D'mon Rolison, Jermaine Denny, Andrew Ii Price, Jimmy Tucker
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