(hed) P.e. - Tits, Clits And Bong Hits lyrics

Neva' fear s*uts in the front, Ho's in the rear Tits, clits, bong hits your fist in the air! Aw, DJ! My fellow freakers, dancers, tweakers Hah, come on we blow up these speakers Well I know I kinda f** like a virgin in sundress and sneakers, God damn, your p**y like squeaking, Them lips they like speaking, listen I hear 'em laughing at you, I kinda like what that p**y put me through, say what? I kinda like what that dirty little ho put me through, sh** could be worse Second verse Phase 2 Could be you Let her cum and go get intra talkin' sh** talkin' f*g, We roll the weed with the Rolex tag, come at me, When he see me lock dressed and he said, Baby, I know it was on the way you from me, how we chomp a tit, My trick, the stripper sit down on this, uh-uh-uh, Aw baby told me the new years of the math, Ha yeah I'll write a check, biggest fine, make it fat, You financing my next hydro sack Sixty laps later, 6 G's later, See me chillin' with the 8 track in the 48 tracks, The contracts, I sign the spark lines, sinners, backflights, Tits, clits, bong hits, so hot, super fly, Yo D why they tripin? Ha, It's cause we get into HB strippers that they playin' to play hands on, Yeah you f**ing p**y, so don't say sh**, Yeah you know who got my back, Got some more n******g come up in that white boy G strap, This is for the ho, my ho, bro's who know, And the n******g T-Love, where he's at nobody know, And the kids at the liquor store I'll be buying beer, For a mummy or myself, but I'll brak the tour. Yeah straight from the jungle, this is the (hed) ni**a, MCUD, hah-hah-hah-hah, JAHRED! in the motherf**er.