Fortytwo Fake lyrics |
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[chorus] Ho upset Mac Dre come through (She told a nigga to come through) Let me whoop this puss on you (You can't whoop that puss on me) Ain't no ho puss worth my life (Ain't no puss worth my life) I ain't know this ho was shyst (I didn't know the ho was shyst) [verse 1] I met her on a Thursday at the DMV She was payin' registration I was tryin' to get an I.D. Didn't trip 'til she talked intellectual And the way she moved was hella sexual I threw bait, strictly experimental Dropped my pencil made it look accidental She bit quick like a big mouth bass And when she picked up my pencil all I saw was ass I said what's your name, she said my name's LaShawn I said excuse my ebonics, but baby you the bomb! She smiled, told me I was far from ugly Asked me how I was doin', I said lav lav lovely Looked at my watch, said my schedule's tight But if you give up the number I'll call your ass tonight Right She was with it and gave up the digits And when I called later on she said come visit |
[chorus] [verse 2] Who is it? She said when I knocked on the door I said it's young M D, oh you ain't knowin' Stepped inside and I can tell from a distance She was burning scented candles and maybe even incence Boy I tell ya she was in the mood She said I hope your hungry cause I cooked up some food She lit the fireplace threw on a love ballad Before the main course we ate shrimps and salad We talked for a while and drinked Zinfandel She had ass like ten games of big pin the tail On the donkey Chocolate, opposite from honkey All I can think about is hittin' that monkey [chorus] [verse 3] She was diggin' your folks, boy I could tell How she served fat steaks and big lobster tail On the first visit Everything exquisite The door bell rang she didn't ask who is it She must've knew dude, cause she gave some cash He kicked down a twomp sack and a fat gram of hash |
We smashed We turn joints to dubees She eightysixed the music and pull out three movies Mohogany The Mack Baby Got Back She said, I'll be right back Roll the rest of that sack I rolled the weed up Then I kicked my feet up Then two niggas came in with masks all G'd up The plot thickens I'm slippin' like a mutherfucka Mopped and chopped and gettin' treated like a sucka Five minutes ago I was feelin' fuck great But now I'm gagged up wrapped in duct tape They choke me Broke me And dropped me off on the bridge And all I can think about was killin' that bitch My worst mistake Fuckin' with a snake How a playa gonna fall for that Fortytwo Fake? That Fortytwo Fake [chorus to end] |
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