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lirik lagu 1-800-im-horny – kamaiyah

[intro: too $hort]
yeah, like that
yeah, twerk it from the front
nah, nah, not that booty shake sh*t
sick of these hoes running ’round here shakin’ all that ass, man, b*tch shakin’ her ass at the party
then you get the b*tch home and f*ck her and the b*tch can’t f*ck
d*mn, b*tch, you dance like you could f*ck, what the f*ck happened? (b*tch)
can i get a b*tch that know how to f*ck?
do any of you b*tches know how to f*ck? (b*tch)

[verse 1: kamaiyah]
oh, you gon’ f*ck me like that?
keep f*cking me good, i’ll keep f*ckin’ right back
to keep this sh*t a hunnid like stacks
i heard you had some good d*ck, didn’t know you swung it like that
that’s facts, i like the way that you thug it
hands on my hips, l!ck your lips while we f*ckin’
push it real good, push it good, keep pumpin’
even if we are something, don’t tell a b*tch nothin’
no, i don’t like these hoes in my business
they can’t speak on it if it never gets mentioned
i swear, god as my witness
i never get sprung off my n*ggas that give d*ck
i hit them, yes, i hit them
no cap, n*gga, i f*ck them senseless
all night long i f*ck them endless
if you f*ckin’ me, don’t f*ck my b*tches

[chorus: kamaiyah]
f*ck me slowly
come gimme that sh*t like you owe me, ayy
but don’t f*ck my homies
i’m cuffing that sh*t, you mine only, ayy
whenever you want me
call 1*800 i’m h*rny, ayy
whenever you lonely
call 1*800 i’m h*rny, ayy

[verse 2: kamaiyah]
1*800 i’m h*rny, that’s right
1*800 i’m h*rny, let’s vibe
call those digits, i’ll be sure to arrive
all these b*tches say they freaks but they ain’t f*ckin’ like i
i keep a freak b*tch on her knees bent
givin’ me head, n*gga, give her deep d*ck
out in public, we don’t do no speakin’
but up in private, we be on some freak sh*t
i keep a n*gga that’s strokin’, giving me that dope d*ck
i’m a dope b*tch, coming straight up outta oakland
only liked a n*gga that’s a certified dope man
finger on the trigger, bangin’ on some west coast sh*t
m*o*b, spend money on b*tches
ain’t trickin’ if you got it, baby, it ain’t gold diggin’
keep me a b*tch that’s always gon’ listen
’cause i blow a bag and she don’t f*ck with broke n*ggas

[outro: too $hort]
i’m right here, b*tch, i’m bringin’ it, bring it
what the f*ck you got?
you was on the dance floor, one leg in the air, b*tch, tearin’ sh*t up
put a d*ck in you, the b*tch stiff as f*ck
i need a b*tch that know how to twerk from the front, mayne
twerk that p*ssy, b*tch
like that, h*ll yeah, like that
can’t come at a n*gga like me with that weak sh*t (b*tch)

- kamaiyah

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