SWV (Sisters With Voices) Lyrics
SWV (Sisters With Voices) Lyrics
"Blak Puddin' Lyrics"
Fucked To Death Lyrics
[Lyrics By: Mike Majewski] I'm sick of looking at these filthy ass fucking slobs I need some slit to satisfy my dirty cock and if these pigs don't give it up ill have to get my knife Or stick a glock to their temple and say "give yourself to me" These urges are controlling me I need a cunt around my dick I need fresh blood The voices tell me to ki
[Lyrics By: Mike Majewski] I'm sick of looking at these filthy ass fucking slobs I need some slit to satisfy my dirty cock and if these pigs don't give it up ill have to get my knife Or stick a glock to their temple and say "give yourself to me" These urges are controlling me I need a cunt around my dick I need fresh blood The voices tell me to ki
[Taj & Sahpreem King]
(Verse 1)
Shh! Boy, be quite. Follow me and tip-toe
Don't wanna make too much noise sneaking in your window
So pull down the shades
'Cause my neighbors are kind of nosy
Comfy, cosy, now off with the clothes-y
Can I get a witness
Betta fitness. Baby, we can do it
Take your time, do it right
Mmm, lick my belly button
Whisper sweet nothings in my ear
To get my hormones in gear
Now, mamma's little baby loves toast and jam
Melts in your mouth, but not in your hand
Black pudd'n...
Seperates the boys from the men
You can knock all day Jehova, but you can't get in
Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of that
And you can leave your fake fingernails in my back
Dead Words Lyrics
[Music by Kristoffer Austrheim & Waldemar Sorychta] [Instrumental]
Now, I may not be a lady [Music by Kristoffer Austrheim & Waldemar Sorychta] [Instrumental]
But I'm surely all woman
So check it, the proof is in the pudd'n
(Hook)
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick?
What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick?
What?
Can I get a lick? Can I get a lick, girl?
I wanna get a taste of your pudd'n
(Verse 2)
Must be Jell-O, 'cause pudd'n don't jiggle like that
Yeah ain't that a fact
Pull out your spoon
And let's begin the mixing
Always in the bedroom
Never in the kitchen
You can get busy
WIth your head beneath the blanket
Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked
'Cause women in the 90s want more from a brother
Than a part-time lover, who's wack undercover
So, brother, do your duty when it comes to the bedroom:
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Shellshocked Lyrics
Lies won't save you from the bomb that you just dropped I'm standing shellshocked but I'm still here And this to you is what I'm saying All that's false will Fade away You run away from what you know will surely come I will remember everything that you have done And this to you is what I'm saying All that's false will Fade away I'll say it again
Coko] Lies won't save you from the bomb that you just dropped I'm standing shellshocked but I'm still here And this to you is what I'm saying All that's false will Fade away You run away from what you know will surely come I will remember everything that you have done And this to you is what I'm saying All that's false will Fade away I'll say it again
Don't let him eat the pudd'n
If he ain't got the head room
So, dip, DIP, dive if you wanna be a diver
Sport a helmet with a light
Like an old gold miner
No need to taste test
The puddn's always fresh
So, brothers, wear a bib if you're gonna make a mess
(3x)
Can I get my spoon in - No way
Now I eats more pudd'n
Than old folks play bingo
Parker Lewis can't lose in Santa Domingo
What about Atlanta? [????] than Santa
Saturday night, I'm liver than
Rose-ana-ana Dan-a. So, Holy Moly (
No Clue What He's Saying)
(Hook)
(Verse 3)
Proof is in the pudd'n, so come get a taste
I know that you love it from the smile on your face
Up and down like a slinky, let's get kinky
Hot House ball Lyrics
B.R. Hornsby We've lived around here most all of our lives Did most anything we wanted to do We will celebrate every 4th of July Just a little tamer than most of the rest of us do Don't light a match, don't play with fire Pull down easy on the gas lighter There's a shelter down at the veteran's hall Living in the shadow of the hot house ball We
The cream in the middle of a Twinkie B.R. Hornsby We've lived around here most all of our lives Did most anything we wanted to do We will celebrate every 4th of July Just a little tamer than most of the rest of us do Don't light a match, don't play with fire Pull down easy on the gas lighter There's a shelter down at the veteran's hall Living in the shadow of the hot house ball We
'Cause I likes my men cot diesel
And if you're unleaded
Then Nigga, just forget it
You can't rub my back, or kiss my neck either
With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy
Achy, stuffy head fever
Undercover lover, in between the sheets
As the bed springs creak, while I rips up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like Lucy loves Ricky
Joanie loves Chachi, or Micky loves Minne
But I havte getting hickies on my neck in the summer
'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a bummer
I heats up the mike 'til your blood prssure rises
It ain't the kind of pudd'n Bill Cosby advertises
Pull out your spoon, and let us begin
But if you front on the pudd'd
You might not get your spoon in