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d*ck pleaser - lil wayne lyrics

mma make it juicy for you, ha, ha
sh-t, marley i be ya
shout out too $hort
um, hmm, i’m goin’ in
i gotta b-tch name keisha, she a real d-ck pleaser
but shawty from cuba still workin’ on a visa
her girlfriend lisa met her in porta rica
how she don’t suck d-ck but expectin’ me to eat her?
i gotta b-tch name keisha, she a real d-ck pleaser
i gotta b-tch name keisha, she a real d-ck pleaser
i got a b-tch named keisha, she a real d-ck pleaser
but shawty from cuba, still workin’ on her visa
her girlfriend lisa, met her in puerto rico
how she don’t suck d-ck but expectin’ me to eat her
and when i woke up, i was ready to k!ll a dike, cause
she ain’t give me my money so i tell her head up the turnpike
that hoe crazy, man, you don’t wanna meet her
but her home girl nita, swallow c-m by the liter
she look good in boy shorts and a beater
but this other girl quita, way s-xier than nita
i ain’t lyin’, she the hottest b-tch heater
but i’m a f-ckin’ freezer, yeah, i’mma f-ckin’ leave her
yeah, i’m a f-ckin’ eagle, flyer and deeper
smoke like a cahiba, your hoe give me cerebral
now get low and touch your toes for my people
and if you ain’t f-ckin’ them then you ain’t f-ckin’ me either
you think your man hot? well, f-ck it, me either
heard i got guap, wanna kick it like fifa
everyday christmas ’cause i’m smoking that reefer
keep a lot of b-tches like queen latifa
i am southern land not keefer
yme for young money entertainment
run dummy, finna bang it
you want beef then my money will arrange it
i am not f-ck finna it
but that nina, watch out for me when i’m angry, yeah
hollygrove biatch, sloppy like joe, you better go get gi
all my guns knee high, m-o-n-e-y
that’s what i rely on i’m gone
he high, yep, i’m three high
i’m just schooling these f-cks like devry
college inst-tution, finals and confusion
stop with your excuses, hip hop i am seducing
beat ya like producers, eat you like produce
man i f-ck your girl till her p-ssy got no juice
now she can’t produce so you won’t be needin’ that baby
’cause all you really need is wezzy f baby
alright, let me vent for a minute
see the problem i got with the game is
there are no gatekeepers in hip hop
who is letting these whack n-ggas in?
i mean, can someone
please put a combination lock on the door
and stop giving out the code, godd-mn
hey millz, show ’em how it’s done
i knew this freak named tanya from around the way
she used to go to catholic school back in the day
now she strippin’ in sues for a stack a day
but she bring it all to daddy so that’s okay
i got b-tch named lola, true d-ck smoker
part-time broker late nights, she work at strokers
her cousin name mocah, got a insane spine
but it’s crazy ’cause i f-cked ’em both at the same time
i even gotta b-tch in the bay name jessica
i swear she might give the best mouth in america
vanessa gotta att-tude but her -ss meaner
and she remind me of this hoe i used to f-ck named sabrina
ugly lil’ thang from the home of the ravens
i only kept around ’cause her -ss was amazin’
tiffany and emily, my bonifed sl-ts
when i c-m they touch tongues and share that nut
gotta white chick down in florida name sasha
and my momma, her head golden like an oscar
and i met her through tasha at the condo
she let me f-ck her on the washa
september n-gga, so you know he nasty
and if she nasty, we do the nasty
now i tell a b-tch like this you gotta take 10 d-cks
for you meet the president, young money
(gangsta grillz, b-st-rd)
i know this one honey
i call her track star ’cause when we f-ck, she run from me
and i’m h-lla fly and her dude dumb bummy
and i don’t get girls, i make her get one for me
my weed real plumy and real gummy
and my flow is harder than an anvil honey
shoot these n-ggas with the hand held honey
i paper chase f-ck stand still money
n-ggas k!ll with me and k!ll for me
best believe we ridin’ if the fan belt runnin’
leave a m-th-rf-cker, just layin’ their bl–dy
i’m from the dirty and i make it rain, d-mn that’s muddy
she just want to be my cutty buddy
and on these tracks, i go nutty b-tty
what it dizzle is you or is you ain’t my baby, baby?

- lil wayne lyrics

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