Right Now

Uhh, 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 (good in the bed)

Tony Snow, I keep big blow
My homeboy girl 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 to black
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

'Cause you know, 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 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 every time
Come get a blast of this thug passion that'll blow your mind
Hey, throw up yo' 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 cha, love how this thug nigga, be at the cot

I'm at the Rican Parade, I'm watchin' caramel bitches play
Get with real niggaz, 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

Baby, 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 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, niggaz, better recognize
When ya bitch choose me, shouldn't come as a surprise (no)
Knew she was a freak, I could see it in her eyes (yeah)
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 a long one
It's on, I'm ready, it's strong, it's steady
First I'ma give it some bacon and beat up the belly

When the sheets start shippin' and the bed starts rockin'
And the headboard's bangin', player, 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, girl, your pussy the shit

(Baby, you know) baby, 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 on it, it's 'bout to go down right now

Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac, and me
S-O-N-G-Z
Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac, and me
S-O-N-G-Z



Credits
Writer(s): Cordozar Calvin Broadus, Lenton Tereill Hutton, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Chad L. Butler, Bernard James Freeman, Greg O. Mays, Tremaine Aldon Neverson, Ermias Asghedom, Eloyd L. Britt, Jacob Clark Akerson, Steve D. Below, Andre Terry
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