Beat It Up

Lyrics

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
 It's 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
 It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin' up 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
 It's 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
 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
 It's true
 You know you want this pussy
 Bring it on
 You know you want this pussy
 And I'm gone
 I come with, TV's and DVD's in the cars, and I
 Pack a big dick down in the drawers
 I'm the neighborhood 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 every time 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 'cause 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, 'cause 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
 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
 It's true
 You know you want this pussy
 Bring it on
 You know you want this pussy
 And I'm gone
 This story takes place on a late night
 I was on the lake front 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
 It's 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 shit
 I just don't believe it, how could she conceive it
 My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to summer's eve it
 Douche ya bush black, you smell like step back
 What the fuck is that tuna cat
 Put her out my jag fast, tell that bitch you get no cash
 Get your shit together shorty, clean your little funky ass
 Been a lot of places, did a lot of shows, met a lot of people
 Fucked a lot of hoes, I
 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
 It's true
 You know you want this pussy
 Bring it on
 You know you want this pussy
 And I'm gone
 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
 It's true
 You know you want this pussy
 Bring it on
 You know you want this pussy
 And I'm gone
 

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Song Details

Duration
04:18
Key
7
Tempo
178 BPM

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