Dick Pleaser (feat. Jae Millz)

Lil Wayne

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    Marley, I be you!
    Shout-out too short
    I'm going in
    The aphilliates, nigga! Holla at your boy

    I got a bitch named keisha, she a real dick pleaser
    But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa
    Her girlfriend, lisa—met her in Puerto Rico
    How she don't suck dick but expect for me to eat her?
    I got a bitch named keisha, she a real dick pleaser
    I got a bitch named keisha, she a real dick pleaser
    I got a bitch named keisha, she a real dick pleaser

    But shawty from Cuba, still working on her visa
    Her girlfriend, lisa—met her in Puerto Rico
    How she don't suck dick, but expect for me to eat her?
    That ho crazy, man, you don't wanna meet her
    But her homegirl, nita, swallow cum by the liter
    She look good in boy shorts and a beater
    But this other girl, quita, way sexier than nita
    I ain't lying—she the... Hottest bitch, heater
    But I'm a fucking freezer, yeah, I'ma fucking leave her
    Yeah, I'm a fucking eagle, flyer and deeper
    Smoke like a cohiba, your ho give me cerebral
    Now, get low and touch your toes for my people
    And if you ain't fucking them, you ain't fucking me either
    You think your man hot? Well, fuck it, me: Ether
    Heard I got guap, wanna kick it like fifa

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    Every day Christmas 'cause I'm smoking that wreath-a
    Keep a lot of bitches like queen latifah
    I am southern-land, not kiefer
    Y-m-e for young money entertainment, ha
    Run, dummy, finna bang it
    You want beef? Then my money will arrange it
    I am not fucking finna aim it
    But that nina ross shout for me when I'm angry
    Yeah, hollygrove, biatch
    Sloppy like joe, you better go get g-I
    All my guns knee high, m-o-n-e-y
    That's what I rely on, I'm gone
    He high —yep, I'm three-high
    I'm just schoolin' these fucks like devry
    College institution, finals and confusion
    Stop with your excuses; hip-hop, I am seducin'
    Beat you like producers, eat you like produce
    Man, I'll fuck your girl till her pussy got no juice
    Now, she can't produce, so you won't be needing that, baby
    'Cause all you really need is weezy f. Baby

    All right, let me vent for a minute
    See, the problem I got with the game is
    There are no gatekeepers in hip hop
    Who's letting these wack niggas in?
    I mean, can someone please
    Put a combination lock on the door?
    And stop giving out the code?
    Goddamn! Hey, millz, show 'em how it's done!

    I knew this freak named tammy from around the way
    She used to go to catholic school back in the day
    Now, she stripping in sue's for a stack a day
    But she bring it all to daddy, so that's okay
    I got a bitch named lola, true dick-smoker
    Part-time broker; late nights, she work at strokers
    Her cousin named mocha got a insane spine
    But it's crazy 'cause I fucked 'em both at the same time
    I even got a bitch in the bay named jessica
    I swear, she might give the best mouth in America
    Vanessa got a attitude, but her ass meaner
    She remind me of this ho I used to fuck named sabrina
    Ugly lil' thing from the home of the ravens
    I only kept her 'round 'cause the ass was amazing
    Tiffany and emily, my bona fide sluts
    When I cum, they touch tongues and share that nut
    Got a white chick down in Florida named sasha
    On my mama, her head golden like an Oscar
    And I met her through tasha
    At the condo, she let me fuck her on the washer
    September nigga, so you know he nasty
    And if she nasty, we do the nasty
    Now, I tell a bitch like this
    You gotta take ten dicks before you meet the president
    Young money! (gangsta grillz, you bastards!)

    Okay, I know this one honey
    I call her track star 'cause when we fuck, she run from me
    And I'm hella fly, and her dude dumb-bummy
    And I don't get girls, I make her get one for me
    My weed real plummy and real gummy
    And my flow is harder than an anvil, honey
    Shoot these niggas with the handheld, honey
    I paper-chase, fuck standstill money
    Niggas kill with me and kill for me
    Best believe we riding if the fan belt running
    Leave a motherfucker just laying there, bloody
    I'm from the dirty and I make it rain—damn, that's muddy!
    She just wanna be my cuddy buddy
    And on these tracks, I go nutty-butty
    What it dizz-oo? Is you or is you ain't my baby?
    Baby?

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    Composición: Lil' Wayne y Jae Millz

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