Текст песни Copywrite - On My Dick
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It`s Copywrite! Not the type to borrow I`m schemingShut the fuck up and listen to the following meaningA role model for those willing to follow a demonof one night stands of hoes willing to swallow my semenO.H. ten. Where the fuck y`all at?Now say `Fuck you Copy!` "Fuck you Copy!!", motherfuck y`all backWanna shoot me cuz I called your man wackBut you bear no arms, therefore can`t clapBetter respect your boss and accept the lossThat I.Q. rock sets metal detectors offYou got juice? That`s pulp fictionPick up your girl and get brain in the car like Jules and VincentToo fatal, unable to crashSluts I introduce to anal call me a pain in the assBuy a drink for a bitch that I think I`m a hitThen 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 clubYou won`t get in the club! I saidBitch! Dance to thisHands in my pants on my dick!My crew don`t give two fucks on the scene to ballTwenty deep and two bucks between us allWe ain`t come to dance we came to see you brawlAnd while y`all fighting I`m taking your chains keys and allHoes glance, no romance. We stick cock in `emSlow dance with hoes strictly to pick pocket `emY`all bought the bar out, but can`t be drunkCuz I pissed in your brandy while y`all was dancing to, Ante UpThat ain`t Cris y`all drinkingIt`s piss y`all drinkingThat`s why you`re bitch all stinkingMegahertz profile on the low while you got no styleYou ain`t hostile. You HOE styleAll up in the V.I.P. trying to pop CrisMeanwhile your fiancee got her face where my crotch isWatch this. Pull out a twenty, she`s toplessNo telling what the bitch`ll do when I empty my pocketsTrying to get her in the Hyatt to stickIf she ain`t giving me pussy, I ain`t buying her shitPush the tired bitch from the driver`s side of my whipJerk off. When I see my crew, lie on my dick. Come on[HOOK]Six foot four. Skinny white kid your bitch looks forNot cuz I`m rich but because my dick won`t fit through doorsFuck tipping a bartender. Let a bigger rap star enterI`ll key his paint job and dent his car fenderGive me a straight shot of the strongest shit in the houseSit in the couch say "AHH" take this dick in your mouthWhat`s all the bitching about?My mission`s every bitch in sight is stripping `emI`m gripping your tits and ripping `em outAnd fuck security. They don`t worry meDrinks on the house with counterfeit currencyI`m high but twenty gun packing. Nun slappingOh, you ran out of liquor? Better run back inChamp war. Bending over sluts with their pants toreBut can`t score since I`m throwing up on the dance floorMy mans tore the club up. Trife as fuckTomorrow night we`ll do it again, but twice as drunkCome on[HOOK]