Mista Masta

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Mista Masta

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Stop throwin' me cards
I'm here for the rewards
It's time to cash in
Permanate my grin, ahh, ahh

You got lips full of love,  mmmm
A gift from above
They make me wonder
About the other pair under,  ah ah ah ah

Blonde bimbo dud
Or the native blood
I saw a folklore flawless, I'll still, mmm
Poke-your-hontess

Uno esposa, don't tell my
Dime pieces, I got a three novia
When Mista Masta's here to treat ya
I prefer my Mamacita

I need a little time to relax, toke glass so
Work that shaft, perfect your craft
All I'm gonnna ask is exposin' brass, now ya
Think I give a shit, where those lips had been last

So she stripped, sucked my dick, bound to swallow my wad, if your
Performance is profound I'll let a chaser follow
Not gonna wanna let ya know when I'm gonna bust one just
Prepare yourself, for scrumptious consumption

Girl you're my bitch and I'm your Mista Masta
Earn a role in all my lyrical distastas
I'm a switch-hit up this shit three sheets to the wind and I'm a
Knock one out my way before we begin

Don't mind if I lick the tips of your tits, you brought with
Watch you squattin' on my cock, ridin' in, I see a little
Precip, from the number that I'm slayin', now
Can't you scratch my back where your ankles hangin'

Oooo I know you're gonna like that shit, got a
Grip on your hip, gettin' primal wit it
Give it no rest, this is not nonesense, I'm wantin' my
Confetti mess all right across your chest

With fists flyin', I near died, but I dodged it
Damn this fuckin' bitch is an epilepsiholic
Fightin' for my life's what I'm fearin' for so save me
Didn't you see the shit, she just nearly K.O.'ed me

I bust another move, lovin' so much, a firm touch
With enough squeezin', just so you're breathin'
Gaspin' , orgasm-blastin', tappin' while I'm slappin'
Now you're fastin' on my albino plasma

Oooo right down your esophagus sector from testicular senders
Fillin' by da million in ya little swimma sewer
Spin my meat inside your heat like a rotisserie skewer

Girl you're my bitch and I'm your Mista Masta
Earn a role in all my lyrical distastas
I'm a switch-hit up this shit three sheets to the wind and I'm a
Knock one out my way before we begin

On your back, ya play you're playin dead, take the possum position
A lead mannequin, is your defense mechanism
I'll trespass, f*ck yo' ass like in prison, sadomasochism
I'm not kiddin'

Ya think I'm sick, I'll be provin' it
When I'm through with you and done screwin' it
Oh look over there, that must be where the truth is
All of your excuses hangin' 'round, fillin' nooses, like

"Oh, it's not the right time"
Well what the f*ck does that mean, that you're
Bleedin', crimson shit secretin', between seasons
It's time for a beatin' bitch you freakin', that ain't no reason

"Oh I'm tired, well maybe just a kiss"
No thanks miss, add it to your fuckin' wish list bitch
I want some, play your possum, limp your those wrists
eyelids slit, lovin' it, thrustin'

Pumpin', I'm stuffin it, "how you bummin' girl
I got you cummin' in that cesspool, all up deep in you
Just can't get through, sayin' "hi" to you, watch the
Tip of my dick, play Peek-a-boo
So relax, drop your pants, get your questions answered
Cuz that is how it happens when you f*ck with Mista Masta

Girl you're my bitch and I'm your Mista Masta
Earn a role in all my lyrical distastas
I'm a switch-hit up this shit three sheets to the wind and I'm a
Knock one out my way before we begin

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