Atmosphere - Lyle Lovette lyrics

rate me

Hoes and tramps

buts and sluts

bitches tricks

tits and butts

[Verse 1:]

Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch demon

and when you hear me screamin, I'm about to free the seamen

wipe myself off on your couch cover

if she talks any trash I'll flash my box cutters

cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in your life hoe

I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle

kill that bullshit cause if baby gets trifled

I'm lacing the liquor with some piss and some Lysol

roll in a shit-brown Lincoln, eatin' a sticky bun

spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme some

cause I'm a freak, I like the girls with tattoos

I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru

I take 'em two at a time, make 'em both say my name

ain't never had three, but best believe that I'm game

and that's the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble

the inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle

cruisin' lake street, gene pool ridin' shotgun

got the flyest tricky's from the Mississippi to Boston

I've got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm

the doors always open honey, come out of the storm

yo I got daddy's little girls, ones that always stay true

I've got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic hair blue

and I've got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavour

she travels on business I'm gettin' down with the neighbors

I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides

one hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side

got a Bloomington bitch with a pool in her apartment

rug burns all over from fucking her on the carpet

got the mega-mall hoes, make them all work the food court

yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports

got a stripper bitch with body jewels and fake titties

and a hoe that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city

[Hook:]

but my favorite one, out of all of 'em, is YOUR girl

I sway the tongue never once have I been forceful

she lays it on like its a job that she loves

who's lips is these? the response is always slugs

[Verse 2:]

the Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray

downtown women that like to fuck on the staircase

north side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks

love to open married women up to the pervertedness

disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals

I'm working with the way I trick 'em out, silly mortals

the words I kick, the sport I play

now what to say when I'm sittin at this buffet with these tasty morsels

[Hook]

[Verse 3:]

crusin down the street in my babies mom's caprice

February got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece

hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute

gimme nine and a half weeks and I'll have that freak flippin two

distribute and come across the [?]

I know its hard being young girl, let me soothe the pain

I understand you baby, straight up I understand

now lift up your ass so I can pull these fuckin' pants down

the only ones I don't do is those under eighteen

or at least I keep that shit a secret if you know what I mean

I got sluts that love to give head, and I like to watch

the way they move their tongue up and down my...

[Outro:]

Motherfucker! I can't believe your sittin down here

recordin' some bullshit like this

(Hey man it's just a song, it's just a song, it's like a joke)

Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? you better take your ass over

to that neglected girl you got there.

(Why you always trippin' on me in front...)

Motherfucker, you got a kid, how you rhyming about some bullshit like this?