a b c d e f g h i j k l m n o p q r s t u v w x y z 0 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 #

lirik lagu late nite creep – too $hort

[chorus: too $hort]
i, i only see ’em on the late night creep
and i, f-ck her good and never fall asleep
’cause i, i’m just a big ol’ pimp i run, so deep
and it’s alright, she opened up ’cause i don’t have the key
(take your clothes of, biatch, take your clothes off) la-da-da-la…
(take your clothes of, biatch, take your clothes off)
(take your clothes of, biatch, take your clothes off) la-da-da-la…
(take your clothes of, biatch, take your clothes off)

[verse 1: murder one]
d-mn, i’m about to smack this
peepable brown miraculous!, glutious-maximus, shorty is bad as sh-t!
little cutie got sk!lls like magic dust, (bling) her throat sk!lls feels fabulous (oh sh-t)
n-gga mother-f-cker feel like this an ambulance
put a n-gga in a coma with some bomb -ss head
you mad at me, cause i get it for free you can’t, top dolla
cause you wanna get made, you heard what i said?
p-ssy make weak n-ggas dead
true dat’ that’s a thang, take two plus b-tch, p-ss it back
i get -ss in the cadillac, murder one in the house not havin’ that
get freaky wit’ me sh-t i’m bringin’ ya back
oh you lovin’ this mack, cause i got your leg shakin’ like that
cause a n-gga’s straight k!llin’ the cat

[verse 2: too short]
k!ll that p-ssy, make it wet, make it sweat
make it wet, eat this d-ck put in the work and get minimal rich, b-tch
i’m all about this money ho, ho money keep comin’ you wanna bum some mo’
yo n-gga keep payin’ what you want me fo’?
they call me shorty pimp, mackin’ ho’s from here to flint
i know for a fact it’s on again cause i picked her up at 1 am

[chorus]
i, i only see ’em on the late night creep
and i, f-ck her good and never fall asleep
’cause i, i’m just a big ol’ pimp i run, so deep
and it’s alright, she opened up ’cause i don’t have the key
(take your clothes of, biatch, take your clothes off) la-da-da-la…
(take your clothes of, biatch, take your clothes off)
(take your clothes of, biatch, take your clothes off) la-da-da-la…
(take your clothes of, biatch, take your clothes off)

[verse 3: murder one]
girl, i like the way you shake that thang
get it girl, make that change
like the way you pop, drop, stop, say my name
girl i ain’t bout’ playin’, brown skin with a bow-leg
head cross on fo’-head, five-eight with her shoes on
she said “i want what you want”, now i’m at her home and i’m f-ckin on her futon
like girl let’s do some’n, i ain’t gone c-m you c-m
homegirl got a true monkey, monkey wanna call that two-some
come through, with henny and c0ke, plenty of smoke, plenty of the folks just with me
we ball out pretty, we told on twentie’s, we fall out sh-tty
so if y’all not with me, y’all see me mob with two ho’s
y’all see em’ slob on my kn-b, mobbin’ my bob
y’all drivin’ too close

[verse 4: too short]
i know you from chi-town, pimp her
break a b-tch and lie down in her
make a little church girl a sinner
don’t worry i’m finna, put her in a skirt and send her to work
big pimpin’ on the turf, she better use it til’ it hurts
put the money in her bra and not her purse
b-tch, make that c-cky gl-ss then panties always drop fast
don’t ever stuff that -ss, just hit me when you got my cash

la-da-da-la…
la-da-da-la…

- too hort

lirik lagu lainnya :

YANG LAGI NGE-TRENDS...