My ancestors would be proud.
Prod. Frederick
Lyrics:
Oh nooo. What's he doing? Oh nooo.
I just fucked a bitch, African Black
She brought her friend too, just for the sack
I hit it raw, no cap
Braids hanging down to her legs
I grabbed a whole hand
I taught her how to fuck, rolling up on her back
She was kind of a prude, she wanted to hold hands
I could barely fit it in
And her friend was like, 'get it then'
You're not really White, you're just a lightskin
And I don't even really even like White women
Call me a racist but I'm on strike from White women
Put a fist up and turn a dyke to my woman
And then lay the pipe down and wake up the whole building
The Blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice
And the darker the woman, the tighter the cooch
I don't know what kind of nonsense they've been feeding you
Norwegians too
But these Black women really keep it cool
And clean, no STDs, pristine
On a G, Christine
Tell that to your dean
Ay, fucking this East Indian chick
I was into it
Type beats in the back
I found a rhythm with that ass
She like, 'do you dance?'
These women really rubbing off on me, I think
I smell like shea and cocoa butter, I stink
Uh, big Beef, fuck her til she queefs
Fuck her til past 3, like 'bitch stop screaming'
And they're coming so hard, it gets creamy
Like 'how many squirters are there out there
Or is it just me?'
Oh, I'm the freak
I'm the beast, I'm the peace
I'm the freak, I'm the freak, I'm the freak
I'm fucking this lightskin
She thinks I'm a nice man
Big lips, big kiss, muah
She's a star
She said I'm like a LIbra how I hit it
Bitch, this ain't no gimmick
She's always trying to switch positions
These women always trying to win the session
And make a memory
How could I forget it?
We have a connection
She's like, 'don't touch my hair'
Babe, I am not a bear
Don't be scared
Stand here, lay there
Straight player
All that twerking got me working for it
It gives me purpose and it's worth for me
In my bedroom, it's a circus homie
She's like, 'finish soon, jerk it homie'
She got church this morning
Then she throat it like a perc 40
Two hands on me, like she searched me for it
Perfect form
Now, who dis?
One of my students
Calls from out in the boonies
Rolling around my porch, about to lose it
She heard about me from her friend
Now she wanna do it
Racism, screw it
She loves my bass voice and the shoesies
Seen this kind of love in the movies
She heard I'm a nice guy and she want me to prove it
Eat that bread pudding
Eat it up, eat it up
Eat it up, eat it up
