Saafir

Saafir - Worship The D lyrics

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puttin'
 It on my head  not even a semi fraud
 More like a demigod in bed post
 I be hostin' a buck fifty is the rate
 So the shower comes late. They call
 Me get 'em sick 'cause I be fillin'
 'Em wit dick. So I get a dance and a
 Candle 'cause I got handles. When I
 Drop a load in the cock  block this if
 You can. They try 'cause they see
 that
 I'm the mutha fuckin' man.
 Demanding
 The dick, commanding the bitch to do
 my bidding, I'm not kidding when it
 comes
 To rockin' the cradles cat. I don't jock
 Brats. Let's use the synonym of gats
 They play with 22's, I'm like an h-k
 Double M caliber, when I'm in the
 trim
 Stabbin' the guts like a butcher. Put
 Ya in a trance. Watch me hump you.
 I got muscles in my ass so I hump
 fast
 At last the eyes meet mine, within her
 Abyss I see concepts for the rhyme.
 Dimes
 Will be dropped definitely when I see
 You, about how you served the
 hobos the
 Butt like EU, leave you to me in two
 Or three weeks I'll have you whole
 wells
 Fargo cargo. I know fools who be
 sellin'
 It, that's why niggas like me is damn
 near
 Celibate. So the next time she puts
 in an
 Order, even if it's a lick, tell her to bob
 Twice and worship the dick

 I got a rep, ah, like salt 'n' pepa
 'cause
 I'll push definitely my nuts will please
 Like the aborigines, I'm from the
 bush
 From the land down under the
 asshole.
 I mash ho's into potatoes. I love to
 break
 A fake ho and then make her over.
 Shit,
 I'll do Sybill, I'll make the hips swivel
 And swerve. I'm licking every curve
 till
 They're sprung on my tongue. I won't
 Get caught down in the vault 'cause
 my
 Lungs help me catch wreck. Yeah
 baby
 I'm nasty, but I'm not gonna tell you
 what
 I'll do, "cause you'll lose reality, you'll
 Be acting under the age of 2, like
 goo-goo,
 Loo-loo, yes daddy, fuck me honey,
 like
 I owe you money. Gotcha girl, now
 you'll
 Spread the word and tell ya friends
 on
 The low and lady if you try to play me
 Then I'll take your dough. I'll keep the
 Style simple, so I won't lose you,
 ho's.
 I'll bruise you in between the thighs,
 if you're
 Lookin' for the high, I won't be the
 syringe
 For the binge. They want me to hit
 the crack
 Like a dope fiend. It's all good,
 but I hope
 You're clean. 'Cause if you're not
 then you'll rot. Cause ah...Saafir
 won't tell you if
 Your shit smell like shit. From 10
 paces
 Back you'll be worshippin' the dick.

 A true blue collar, when I'm hollerin' a
 Point. They wanna fade blunts,
 so I can
 Play the cunts. I'm like hunts - slow &
 thick
 I'm so raw they've got alters for my
 shit
 And a little incense lit, of course.
 Short on
 Cash, don't trip 'cause Saafir will fuck
 for
 Fits. They make pit stops so I can
 tune-up
 the cock, brakes are free, but rape, it
 Ain't me. Can u dig it? I don't wanna
 serve
 It if the bitch don't wanna give it. I'm
 Like ribbit - leap to the next freak,
 why
 Test the ho, I might get lucky and
 fuck
 Me a bisexual. No discrimination as
 long
 As I'm facin' the guts, and not some
 under
 Cover nigga wit some undercover
 nuts
 Before you bow down to Saafir I
 wanna see if ya
 Shit gotta spill, 'cause if not you'll
 catch a
 Clip - you'll go out
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Copyrights:

Author: Jeremy Jackson (5), Reggie Gibson

Composer: ?

Publisher: Qwest Records

Details:

Released in: 1994

Language: English

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