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- Woodgett
- Shanell / Unknown
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Too $hort - Lollypops lyrics
Tell a nigga.. telephone, telegram; two-way that motherfucker
 Somebody let him know.. tell that nigga
 His bitch is out of pocket
 [Verse One]
 It was me and yo' broad, ridin in my 'llac
 She tried to climb on top of me and slide on my lap
 I said hold on baby, we almost to the spot
 We gon' do somethin nasty, with all this lust you got
 I fucked her on the floor then we got up in the bed
 Woke up in the mornin, can't remember what we did
 Last night we was drunk, stinkin dirty motherfuckers
 Stayed up all night, 'til 7:30 can't touch us
 When we down on the beach, in the sand in Miami
 I done found me a freak, done got my hand in her panties
 She was playin in the water, MAN she was wet
 So I laid her on her back, I pulled her panties to the left
 I told her.. naww baby, we ain't do it too soon
 Straighten up your dress, let's go up to my room
 Tell your man you was lost, ran into a boss
 Then I opened that ass up like a can of sauce
 [Chorus]
 We don't like those lollypops
 Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock
 They can't even handle it
 When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch
 We don't like those lame marks
 that run the other way when the game starts
 Cause they don't know what to do
 Don't lie tell me why would I fuck with you
 [Verse Two]
 Stop hatin since we datin the same lady
 Don't hate the player, hate the game baby
 I like her style, she's kinda wildToo $hort - Lollypops - http://motolyrics.com/too-short/lollypops-lyrics.html
 And when we do it we don't waste time goin out
 We into it like the X-Rated flick with no plot, it's so hot
 Don't hesitate and don't stop 'til we on top
 She got a dude - but what I gotta prove?
 Ain't no need to creep, you know she's a freak
 Take it all, 'til the balls, disappear in her jaws
 Then she take off them drawers, let me hit them sugar walls
 And when I'm done havin fun tryin to be a player
 She kiss my thang goodbye and say I'll see you later
 Now if you can't take it mayne you need a good girl
 Take a ride around the town and try to look for her
 Cause yo' wife's a hoe, you might like to know
 If she see a big dick, she might go..
[Chorus]
 [Verse Three]
 I watched her eye, she witcha man, stop starin
 Stop the lies, there's no comparin
 You wanna ride well let's go; I got a magic carpet with vogues
 I'm nice to the ladies but I'm hard on the hoes
 And when you jump in my car bumpin "Freaky Tales"
 You told me pull it out, you wanna see it's real
 I know your type girl, you ain't fin' to wait
 That's how a pimp taste ridin on the interstate
 It's in your mouth, make you wanna scream and shout
 You can swallow or spit, when the cream comes out - bitch!
 Just don't tell your man
 Cause whores start wars when they know they can
 I understand, you really wanna do me
 Dance to a slow jam, "Feelin' on Your Booty"
 And after tonight, when you kick it with a real one
 All them fake-ass niggaz you ain't even gon' feel 'em (hell nah)
[Chorus]















