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Songs | Albums | Album Arts
| Song: | Right Now (feat. Pimp C, 2 Pac, & Trey Songz) |
| Album: | Trill O.G. | Genres: | Hip Hop/Rap |
| Year: | 2010 |
Length: | 174 sec |
Lyrics:
Ugh! She got the whole world, in her jaws When she feel it tighten up, don't stop and don't pause I got the whole game, in my head Don't fuck for recreation but I'm good in the bed Tony Snow, I keep big blow My homeboy gal wanna fuck me on the low But I don't wanna 'less she goin' out on the grind Check-in with the choosin' fee and I'ma knock her from behind I make a bitch bleed the block With a certified knot and a platinum cock The pimpin' didn't stop, even when the bids died We just kept on gettin' high, puttin' dick up in they eye Dick up in they ears, dick up in they nose Ass, pussy, mouth, I'm fin' ta fuck in every hole Put it between they titties and between they toes That's how a gushy gush out when ya bitch get chose
You know, and I know, we need to get right I'ma call you, and I'm comin' through after midnight So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or slow down You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to go down right now
Eternally thug nigga, Hilfiger made by Tommy So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis Oh, come to papi, I love it when it's wet and sloppy In and out the mouthpiece until I cum, no one can stop me My bump and grind'll do ya everytime Come get a blast of this thug passion that'll blow your mind, hey Throw up your legs, wrap them shits around my back It's a Westside thang, fuckin' hoes around the map Walkin' down 125 while I'm peepin' down hotties And they, seduce my jimmy, out and screamin', 'Gimme body' Make 'em all scream my name out, gimme my props And don't ya, love how this thug nigga, be at the cot I'm at the Rican Parade, I'm watchin' caramel bitches play Get with real niggas, bullshit'll never get you paid This is the dream of a young black teen I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend, now c'mon
You know, and I know, we need to get right I'ma call you, and I'm comin' through after midnight So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or slow down You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to go down right now
Look here shawty, lemme tell you what the game is And while I'm at it, lemme tell you what my name is Bun Beeda, big D up in my drawls When I pull out my piece, it make the girls all pause Y'allz, niggas, better recognize When ya bitch choose me, shouldn't come as a surprise Knew she was a freak, I could see it in her eyes And I'ma bring it out her when I get between her thighs God damn, that's what you call a home run I knock it out the park when I give her the long one It's on, I'm ready, it's strong, it's steady First I'ma get me some becky and beat up the belly When the sheets start shiftin' and the bed starts rockin' And the headboard's bangin', playa don't come knockin' It's a grown folks party, we don't need no kids And I ain't tryna blow you up, but gurl yo pussy the shit
You know, and I know, we need to get right I'ma call you, and I'm comin' through after midnight So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or slow down You want it, get up on it, it's 'bout to go down right now
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me SONGZ Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me SONGZ
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