Bitches On My Dick

Lyrics

[Excerpt from "Pulp Fiction"] Jules: What does Marsellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: What country are you from? Brett: What? Jules: "What" ain't no country I heard of. Do they speak English in "What?" Brett: What? Jules: English motherfucker do you speak it? Brett: Yes Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'? Brett: Yes Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! Brett: What? Jules: Say "What" again! Say "What" again! I dare ya, I double dare ya motherfucker, say "What" one more goddamn time! Brett: Well he's... he's... black Jules: go on! Brett: ...and he's... he's... bald Jules: Does he look like a bitch?! Brett: What? *Bang* Jules: Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta fuck 'im. You ever read the Bible, Brett? [Intro: KiD Trunks] Ayy, [?] Ayy, [?] [Chorus: KiD TRUNKS] Okay, I don't wanna fuck another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that shit go blow Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo Your bitch anemic everyday, my wrist froze Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Okay, I don't wanna fuck another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that shit go blow Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo [Post Chorus: KiD TRUNKS] Your bitch anemic everyday, my wrist froze Your bitch anemic everyday, my wrist froze Your bitch anemic everyday, my wrist froze Your bitch anemic everyday, my wrist froze Ayy, ayy Ya dig [Verse: KiD TRUNKS & Lil Wop] I smoke great, I drove interstate In a diamond plate, It's ok I know you a snake, I spray it in your face Smokin' gas, I smokin' all that gas, straight to my face Pour a four in my yellow Fanta drink, go to space Ya dig Outer space, in a UFO with my k My hoes ain't straight, they all gay They all go both ways Pop a perc, in a daze, I can't feel my face Off the drank, almost crashed on the interstate That bit' count my cake, my maid Leave your bitch around, the Wopster that bitch gettin' slayed I smoke all the weed and dope Got lean, got pussy, got more (I got pneumonia) Off the top, my wrist stay froze 'Bout time pussy wet no coat Pussy wet like a motherfuckin' ocean Sippin' lean like just motherfuckin' potion All you motherfuckers soft like lotion Takin' lessons like a motherfuckin' soldier, soldier But we know you is a poser Talkin' that shit get you folded Bring your ass out here like lotion Ya dig Ayy Beef, we ain't with the Twitter beef Pulled up your block and we eat Get them choppas out and sweep Ay, we don't ride dick Got the draco on the scene My niggas runnin' for me My niggas shootin' for free Your bitch got me face, my dick all down her throat I beat up the pussy so wet I could float When you come to my house leave your shoes at the door When I'm done with that bitch, I call her friend and she go [Chorus: KiD TRUNKS] Okay, I don't wanna fuck another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that shit go blow Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo Your bitch anemic everyday, my wrist froze Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Okay, I don't wanna fuck another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that shit go blow Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo Your bitch anemic everyday, my wrist froze [Post-Chorus: KiD TRUNKS] Your bitch anemic everyday, my wrist froze Your bitch anemic everyday, my wrist froze Your bitch anemic everyday, my wrist froze Ayy, ayy Ya dig