Lollypops
Tell a nigga
Telephone, telegram
Two-way that motherfucker
Somebody let him know
Tell that nigga
His bitch is out of pocket
It was me and yo' broad, riding in my 'Lilac
She tried to climb on top of me and slide on my lap
I said, "Hold on baby, we almost to the spot
We gon' do something nasty, with all this lust you got"
I fucked her on the floor, then we got up in the bed
Woke up in the morning, can't remember what we did
Last night we was drunk, stinking dirty motherfuckers
Stayed up all night, 'til 7:30 can't touch us
When we down on the beach, in the sand in Miami
I done found me a freak, done got my hand in her panties
She was playing in the water, man, she was wet
So I laid her on her back, I pulled her panties to the left
I told her, "Naw baby, we ain't do it too soon
Straighten up your dress, let's go up to my room
Tell your man you was lost, ran into a bus"
Then I opened that ass up like a can of sauce
We don't like those lollipops
Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock
They can't even handle it
When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch
We don't like those lame marks
That run the other way when the game starts
'Cause they don't know what to do
Don't lie, tell me why would I fuck with you
Stop hating since we dating the same lady
Don't hate the player, hate the game, baby
I like her style, she's kinda wild
And when we do it, we don't waste time going out
We into it like the x-rated flick with no plot, it's so hot
Don't hesitate and don't stop 'til we on top
She got a dude, but what I gotta prove?
Ain't no need to creep, you know she's a freak
Take it all 'til the balls disappear in her jaws
Then she takes off them drawers, let me hit them sugar walls
And when I'm done having fun trying to be a player
She kiss my thang goodbye and say I'll see you later
Now if you can't take it mayne, you need a good girl
Take a ride around the town and try to look for her
'Cause yo' wife's a hoe, you might like to know
If she see a big dick, she might go
We don't like those lollipops
Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock
They can't even handle it
When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch
We don't like those lame marks
That run the other way when the game starts
'Cause they don't know what to do
Don't lie, tell me why would I fuck with you
I watched her eye, she wit'cha man, stop staring
Stop the lies, there's no comparing
You wanna ride, well let's go; I got a magic carpet with vogues
I'm nice to the ladies, but I'm hard on the hoes
And when you jump in my car bumping Freaky Tales
You told me pull it out, you wanna see it's real
I know your type girl, you ain't fin' to wait
That's how a pimp taste riding on the interstate
It's in your mouth, make you wanna scream and shout
You can swallow or spit, when the cream comes out, bitch!
Just don't tell your man (don't tell him)
'Cause whores start wars when they know they can
I understand, you really wanna do me
Dance to a slow jam, Feelin' on Your Booty
And after tonight, when you kick it with a real one
All them fake-ass niggaz, you ain't even gon' feel 'em (hell, nah)
We don't like those lollipops
Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock
They can't even handle it
When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch
We don't like those lame marks
That run the other way when the game starts
'Cause they don't know what to do
Don't lie, tell me why would I fuck with you
Telephone, telegram
Two-way that motherfucker
Somebody let him know
Tell that nigga
His bitch is out of pocket
It was me and yo' broad, riding in my 'Lilac
She tried to climb on top of me and slide on my lap
I said, "Hold on baby, we almost to the spot
We gon' do something nasty, with all this lust you got"
I fucked her on the floor, then we got up in the bed
Woke up in the morning, can't remember what we did
Last night we was drunk, stinking dirty motherfuckers
Stayed up all night, 'til 7:30 can't touch us
When we down on the beach, in the sand in Miami
I done found me a freak, done got my hand in her panties
She was playing in the water, man, she was wet
So I laid her on her back, I pulled her panties to the left
I told her, "Naw baby, we ain't do it too soon
Straighten up your dress, let's go up to my room
Tell your man you was lost, ran into a bus"
Then I opened that ass up like a can of sauce
We don't like those lollipops
Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock
They can't even handle it
When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch
We don't like those lame marks
That run the other way when the game starts
'Cause they don't know what to do
Don't lie, tell me why would I fuck with you
Stop hating since we dating the same lady
Don't hate the player, hate the game, baby
I like her style, she's kinda wild
And when we do it, we don't waste time going out
We into it like the x-rated flick with no plot, it's so hot
Don't hesitate and don't stop 'til we on top
She got a dude, but what I gotta prove?
Ain't no need to creep, you know she's a freak
Take it all 'til the balls disappear in her jaws
Then she takes off them drawers, let me hit them sugar walls
And when I'm done having fun trying to be a player
She kiss my thang goodbye and say I'll see you later
Now if you can't take it mayne, you need a good girl
Take a ride around the town and try to look for her
'Cause yo' wife's a hoe, you might like to know
If she see a big dick, she might go
We don't like those lollipops
Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock
They can't even handle it
When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch
We don't like those lame marks
That run the other way when the game starts
'Cause they don't know what to do
Don't lie, tell me why would I fuck with you
I watched her eye, she wit'cha man, stop staring
Stop the lies, there's no comparing
You wanna ride, well let's go; I got a magic carpet with vogues
I'm nice to the ladies, but I'm hard on the hoes
And when you jump in my car bumping Freaky Tales
You told me pull it out, you wanna see it's real
I know your type girl, you ain't fin' to wait
That's how a pimp taste riding on the interstate
It's in your mouth, make you wanna scream and shout
You can swallow or spit, when the cream comes out, bitch!
Just don't tell your man (don't tell him)
'Cause whores start wars when they know they can
I understand, you really wanna do me
Dance to a slow jam, Feelin' on Your Booty
And after tonight, when you kick it with a real one
All them fake-ass niggaz, you ain't even gon' feel 'em (hell, nah)
We don't like those lollipops
Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock
They can't even handle it
When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch
We don't like those lame marks
That run the other way when the game starts
'Cause they don't know what to do
Don't lie, tell me why would I fuck with you
Credits
Writer(s): Shanell L. Woodgett, Todd Anthony Shaw, Dorian Michelle Hardnett, Quinton Banks
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