Big Tymers

Big Tymers - Beat It Up lyrics

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Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up Daddy

Beat It Up, Beat It Up,

Beat It Up, Beat It Up, Beat It Up Daddy

Beat It Up, Beat It Up,

You Know You want this pussy

Sure Do

You know you want this pussy

Its true

You know you want this pussy

Bring It On

You know you want this pussy

And i'm gone

With so much pussy on the city streets,

its kinda hard for a pimp keepin with these freaks,

But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts,

Leave pussy so gushi, overflowin with nuts,

I'm a hellified, superfied, pickle slingin mack,

Dick like a stick breaking off in your back,

Its explicit when I gets it baby all night long,

knock your head against the bead till the insides gone,

Give you big long wood, beat it real good,

I ain't your man, i ain't stan, but I wish I could,

An hour in the shower, then on top of the dresser,

Then the bed, give me head, and then I'm a letcha,

Ride that pole, make you say "OH"

The sex is incredible, the dick is like "WOAH"

Cussin, lustin, bout to get a nut when she looked at me,

and said

I come with, TV's and DVD's in the cars, and I

Pack a big dick down in the drawers,

I'm the neighbourhood pickle slinger, pain bringer

Super sick big dick, nasty ass rap singer,

Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, get it

Make that ass clap everytime that I hit it

Now all I need, is liquor and weed,

two dyke bitches straight down to get g's

See I got it up, gotta hit it, gotta get it,

Cuz I moved up,

Gotta split it, gotta fit it to a magnum,

Gotta fuck it, don't love it, I don't want none,

But you can have some, see I played homie

Fucked the bedspreads up, cuz I banged on it

Hit tha hoe from the back and she sang homie

These same ass words from the same song, the same song

See this story takes place on a late night

I was on the lakefront trying to get some act right

Hoe was acting funny so I had to kick game

I said you be my queen, I be your king, and things will never change

Now I'm just sitting there, lookin at the beaver

Its Hairy like Barry and its bigger than Geneva

Something said stick my finger in it so I did

Then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and aww shit

I just don't believe it, how could she concieve it

My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to summer's eve it

Douche ya bush black, you smell like stepback

What the fuck is that (whoo!) tunacat

Put her out my Jag fast, tell that bitch you get no cash

Get your shit together shorty, clean your lil funky ass

Been alot of places, did alot of shows, met alot of people

fucked alot of hoes, I

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