Lyrics:
music (yeah)
This is hustler music (yeah)
This is hustler music (let's get it, ayy)
The hoes love my voice (voice), make they pussy moist (yeah)
a choice, listen to my voice (voice)
Make your legs moist when I push a Rolls Royce (vroom)
Push button start (start)
I pull a car apart
You should
voice is moist and plus mellow
I got it going on you're gonna want to come
Skins is the drum, I said I'm the drummer give the drummer some
as they worked up a sweat
It wasn't even ten o'clock yet
Scrub down, then I get moist, they never treat me mean
They sweetly keep me squeaky clean
I
Darling, you will cry for me in the years to come
In the hope of a moment that cannot return
Thankfully
Why can't you bring figs all pulpy and moist
worship the kid and the way I'm really doin it
Shit, make baby girl moist
I'm steppin in the club, valet the Rolls Royce
Filthy talkin', bottle poppin'
And she did and me dick start to rise
She opened her eyes to a surprise and
Her thighs was moist, it was my choice to go up in it
For a minute put my
recently…
[Gucci Mane]
She want to sex me of course
Cause I pull up in a Porsche
I make love to the money
But she get moist off my voice
Got a shit load
cripple ur style
now that u heard my calm voice
u couldn't get another nigga, hoochie won't get moist
If u wanna look good and not be bummy
girl u better
through in a Rolls Royce, leave 'em with no choice
But to hop up in it an just let me make they throat moist
Ruby red and vodka, it just carry a nigga
in my loft
I'm the boss sipping purple sauce
But I don't have a cough
If it's moist I'm a call er back
Yea I'm a double back if you try
I'm a say
meaning good, shawty left with no choice,
So over your skin, baby phat you're so moist,
Leaving with the tins, when I'm macking invoice,
My laptop bling
to judge, I came to get ya moist
Scream, (WHO-DI-WHOOOOOOO!) now my voice is lost
Can I get a ride on the white horse?
[Chorus]
Pop that
Pass
Do you know what is means to miss New Orleans
I miss it, each night and day
The longer I stay away
Miss the moist covered vines
The tall sugar
On my way to pick up Joyce, she be makin me moist
Givin me head while she hummin, she can play with her voice
And she got nice thighs, a big plump ass
what I'm talkin' girl)
You put it on me (put it on me baby) ceiling to floor (uh)
Only you can make me screamin' back for more
Uh, moist, ha ha ha
worship the kid and the way I'm really doin it
Shit, make baby girl moist
I'm steppin in the club, valet the Rolls Royce
Filthy talkin', bottle poppin'
and plies ?
Look good when she walking round my crib in them boy shorts wife b
And when I lick that spot see she get real moist
Catered food on a jet
Me
Do you know what is means to miss New Orleans
I miss it, each night and day
The longer I stay away
Miss the moist covered vines
The tall sugar
makes sense, it's starting to make sense
While I'm still
Her vagina is moist and warm
I'll keep you safe just hold my arm
Hell is beyond the door
you don't get moist
If you ever get a minute, holla at yo' boy
possible for me to pull first
so short with big shit so when it blasts it hurts
evil lurks to lay you down with a curse
feel moist up cause fool thugs
(Amid all crisis) Drop it like a guillotine
(You're moist) fearing the voice of the rhyme fiend
Scene is zipped, Pete Nice is your worst dream
Only you can make me (Only you) screamin' back for moooore!!!
[Outro: Shaggy]
Uh, moist, ha ha ha ha ha ha
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