Lucci Lou - Don't Bite It lyrics
rate me(ft Bizzy B)
Hook:
It don't matter, just don't bite it
It don't matter, just don't bite it
It don't matter, just don't bite it
It don't matter, just don't bite it
it's just me and my bitch
move it all alone she'll be s*cking my dick
it's just me and my bitch
move it all alone she was s*cking my dick
Watch this I'ma make you how to make the baddest hoes like this
drop till your knees, baby girl don't bit this
if you the type of nigga get some hand and try to wife it
I'm so wet and the cloud getting hand all from fly shit
my high nigga go your time to which your life is
heard you the fans rock the zel get indited
candy caught the cut it's way the lot of bugga seats
oh mother when the bucket who gonna fuck with me
fuck her from the back and grab the neck
I swear she liked it, I cut and pull her head this was a ball head
when I'm in it like the pitch in the mall I strike it
turn me over, tell me it ain't over let me ride it,
mami I'm a soldier know they told you I'm rollin
got some head bick the pussy up and then I'm gone
keep the shit the secret, I don't need this bitches know it
keep the shit one hundred baby see it in the morning
[Hook:]
It's the weekend looking for something creepy
chillin what a bitch she must be bout that free bitch
and looking for a nigga she ain't to keep in secret
do me your favor your style off them vicky secrets
strap on them hills tired to have bag
jump on this dick thought that ass back
same old shit but a different day
just mad as yesterday now she go both ways, uh
so monumental good potential
is kind of chillin like a may bay in this rental
sophisticated so elemental,
got a mind gone so it's easy demonstration
girl you're the greatest the other hoes hated
when I drive pass they've been looking frustrated
I gotta keep her on the low
she a freak in the bed in the whip she a pro
[Hook:]
1 2 3 4 hoes I'm a pimp
let me Cadilac does gangsta stroke with a limp
sippin slow with my cup dirty spy I'm pawed up
somebody roll up now splut and get this dough up
talking all that gangsta shit he don't even know us
end up what this pro slip, bust lip nose bus
three shots till your chat nigga it can go up
had to makin know pussy nigga ain't no hoe
yeah stay fresh lil Gucci boots amn I tell the truth
true religion fall enough his ass blamin on my Lu
3 benz left pocket right pocket..two
strip club goin one funny what that money do
bottles up spinnin on the pow runnin round she go
oh shit she pop that pussy fast then she drop it slow
she make a nigga want that ass I ain't bout to bit up
I'm just tryin get some hair slip my dick down the throat
[Hook:]
