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[Verse 1: Joe Budden] It go, I told her, now go and pop that pussy for a real nigga Fattest ass texting me all day but I still ig' her Don't do the small talk Wrong guy to deal with She ask me for a vacay All she get is a guilt trip Niggas is talking to the feds now bugging out Even got cassettes in they chest, Teddy Ruxpin style Bitches is wylin', they treatin me like they husband now Do I got this white girl up stairs like this the drumming house [Verse 2: Joel Ortiz] Now go and pop that pussy for another real nigga House gang bang bang, no Deringer Long rifle big boobs, drip ooh shout when I come around the corner Like a Vic' Cruz route Suck it with your boobs out You fucking skank Deep throat, please choke yeah gag like like a fucking prank You know us Rican's be freaking So though we got dinner reservations later this evening I'm eating [Chorus: Joe Budden and Joell Ortiz] She just started to pop it for a nigga and then look back and told me baby it's real Letras de cancionesAnd I said bitch you crazy if you think I believe you but I'm a still get a feel She said her head ground breaking so it's only right I show her the drill She cute so maybe she won't, yeah aight nigga, trust me she will Yeah Do it for the hardest nigga spittin in the game right now, she will, yeah Do it for the hardest nigga spittin in the game right now, she will, she will If I can drop her off and she ain't gotta take the train right now she will Do it for the hardest nigga spittin in the game right now, she will, she will [Verse 3: Joell Ortiz] I mean... Why the fuck would she not, she'll play my side just to be hot Hop in my ride, crushing these blocks, swallow her pride Fuck them reeboks, red bottoms glide, girl get on top and Leave those on and go with your squat, let's make this porn See the red dot? The camera's on Here's your big shot They say you shy, I know you're not Now prove 'em wrong Make it [Verse 4: Joe Budden] He can't go the places I go He ain't been the places I've been He can't fuck the hoes that I've fucked He don't spend they way that I spend Wait she hold that pussy hostage like a pimp is nearby With me she always wanna lay up like a rim is nearby [Verse 5: Royce Da 5'9"] Hop up on that pole and wind Overtime, take off your clothes and grind She know she fine, she low-key no she mind Look at the neck and the hoe get blind Fuck your man, got a loaded nine When I'm bowling for colombine Put a bullet in his head, leave him with an open mind And I poke his dime (Crooked I!) [Verse 6: Crooked I] In the pussy, I go for delph Why you think they call it box Gotta hit baby below the belt Whether coka or moka after I stroke a I never broke myself We into march, but may 15th, we be on your shelf! Welcome to our House nigga (House nigga) No Clarence Thomas Running your lane, we sonning the game So pay your parents homage Each one of my gang is one of the same, I'm being very honest Plus that paint so black on a Bentley coup I'm feeling Farrakhan-ish I promise, so many tattas got my name on it These strippers, they bring the parade on stage and I rain on it Real nigga! Man I'm getting this money don't ask how You get cheese cause of derrière is a cash cow [Chorus] From Letras Mania