Ton of Bitches

Hey all of you bitches all over my yard
Yeah all the females on the boulevard
All those broken dreams that's ok
Cuz when you're with me I'll make your day
I'm about as good as they can get
One wink from me have those ladies drippin' wet
So many women all over the place
Can't concentrate too much to embrace
I love the women and they love me
I got the golden ticket to that golden pussy
Well I got a ton of bitches
I got a ton of hos
I got a ton of bitches I'm so cold
And bitches are all I ever seem to know, know
I got those everlasting booty poppers twerking off the line
Four or Five at a time and they're all dimes must I remind
Hindsight is 20-20 but I got ass on my mind
So I must find a fine design that I can bump 'n' grind
Getting' my R. Kelly on minus the piss
No minors in my sight their existence I dismiss
Pullin' panties to the side then bye bye bye
I'm in sync with the ladies by they side like Nationwide
I got a gaggle of hos come and fly with the flock
All these chicken headed bitches steady wantin' the cock
Rollin' back in their head with their eyes I surmised they've arrived
Do the math with that vag add this D and divide those thighs
I'm alive and I thrive off the feminine touch
I lust for that ass maybe a little too much
I get a rush like there's gold in that tush
I get bitches by the ton but I still can't get enough
Well I got a ton of bitches
I got a ton of hos
I got a ton of bitches I'm so cold
And bitches are all I ever seem to know, know
Baby, what's your name?
Call me Hank Hill cuz I spit propane
Runnin' on the thrill with my man King K
Hit her with the quill and I make her say
Baby, I'm a freak
In a bed of bitches is where I sleep
Come on don't call the police
I was just trying to get a peek
Girl let's play Uno. You and me yo
Not the card game, I'm talkin' bout my D ho
And these dos balls that makes three yo
I don't wanna wait like Dawson's Creek ho
Bitchhhh I'm Richard Greico in a speedo
Tryna speedboat but now my vision is Coleco
That ass should be illegal
My D shoot up like a free-throw
I'm at the Regal Beagle and I'm grippin' on Chrissie Snow
Phillipo Brunelesci getting' dome on the back of a jet-ski
I'm testy I'm too nuts
On my moped with two sluts
You got two sluts? I got two too
Ballerina bitches, who knew
Pirouette on the penis. Nutcracker
Your wife calls me The Buttslapper
Why? Huh? I don't know
Got more bitches than an Eskimo
Sleddin' down slopes grippin' testicles
Titties foggin' up my specticles oh
Well I got a ton of bitches
I got a ton of hos
I got a ton of bitches I'm so cold
And bitches are all I ever seem to know, know



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Writer(s): Homeless Symphony
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