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Bitches get sprung when I walk by I dunno if its my ass, or maybe cuz I talk fly But no lie, as soon as I speak to em They all want me to screw em I introduce myself, and panties start falling No dinner-dates, fuck stalling Your girl, his wife, it don't matter They all want this dick-hole platter It's dangerous for any chick on my arm Other hoes wanna cause em bodily harm Maybe cuz I wear my jeans so tight But they all fight for the right to fuck me all night These hoes wanna kiss any time any place And have clown paint smudged all over their face They steal my number, catch me on the internet And tell me all how they nedens are dripping wet Bitches hang around my home like stray cats Trying to catch a motherfucker shirtless Could be my profile, or my haircut (whut) But I turn sweetie boos into sluts (I take it in the burners?) what the lady at the store said Chick up at Walgreen's offering head I'm like "Whoa", and I'm getting free food up at Subway Every bitch and her mama love J Letras de canciones I can't help but spring these hoes And they all wanna fuck me They come to me And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing I can't help but spring these hoes And they all wanna fuck me They come to me And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing Your old lady's got eyes for me And I know when you're fucking her, she cries for me Female judges sentence me to do time I tell them all, make a singe-file (tit? dick?)-line Ugly ducklings, and beautiful angels They all dropping their thongs to they ankles Maybe it's my cologne, RightGuard I dunno, but for this dick, yo, they fighting hard Hoes love throwing they panties at me Poop-stains and all, my brain's in awe Is it my swagger? Or is it my juice? Why? They want a piece of this wang-nut pie I could be itching my athlete's feet And hoes be like "Awww, that's so sweet!" And everything translates to sex Bitches begging me to flex my pecks Slipping me their digits, turn around and goose me Fighting off ten at a time, like fucking Jet Li Shit's ridiculous, I'm like "Slow down" I got plenty of pipe to go around Two are in the kitchen, three in the bathtub I'm with somebody fat wife making mad love Real women of the worldwide Juggalos You can ask my bitch, yo mama knows! I can't help but spring these hoes And they all wanna fuck me They come to me And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing I can't help but spring these hoes And they all wanna fuck me They come to me And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing [Loop of some slut] I can't help but spring these hoes And they all wanna fuck me They come to me And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing I can't help but spring these hoes And they all wanna fuck me They come to me And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing And I'm quick to leave a bitch sprung Boing, boing From Letras Mania