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    "Lollypops" Lyrics

    Too $hort

    Tell a nigga.. telephone, telegram; two-way that motherfucker
    Somebody let him know.. tell that nigga
    His bitch is out of pocket

    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

    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

    Stop hatin since we datin the same lady
    Don't hate the player, hate the game baby
    I like her style, she's kinda wild
    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..


    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)

    This song was submitted on June 11th, 2005 and last modified on November 24th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Todd Anthony Shaw, Dorian Hardnett, Quinton Banks, Shanell L. Woodgett.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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