Spank Rock Album

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It musta been the stance that got you, stopped all them clown niggas that danced around it watch
threw a glance in a flash i found
your little fingers in the buckles that my pants were bound to
now may the force be with you, shirt wetter than the crevice that my claws just slipped through
(?)pencil tip goin
i bet you jaws you swallow stars that my (?)sable set's through
now tell me how it feel about it
with ya mouth though you might just have to dream about it hah

(?)you know all over, all you wanna do is touch me
you the angel in my dreams girl you must be

girl you so wealthy
baby think of me
trust you can trust me
uh go touch yaself
we cayn get comfy
want ou above me
please say you love me

boyy you wanna dip in this
swim at your own risk you might sink in this i
i ain't the bitch to be flashin my tits
cuz your little broke bling look rediculous
so you dream about it go and think about it
i be on it and your ass might leave without it
nigga fuck which out it
dont do do doubt it
do what you gotta do
but the bitch is bout it ha

i had one on the futon
one in the shower
one in the backseat
three this past hour
one in the balcony two on the dance floor
i need to sit i can't stand no more
hoe hang tired back it up to the sofa
spread twisted the little pump back to bend over
touches gettin harder, you must be getting smarter
huddle for my game plan then break with no carter

obv not 100% with these lyrics

Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump
Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump
Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump
(Typical girls in the typical world)
Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump
(Typical)
Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump
Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump
Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump
Bump (Gangster)

Honey, honey see me
Behind my Gameboy
I got game girl
It goes easy
Let go your shoulders
My popsicle is so sweet, see
slam back that sparks
Don't hesitate
And you'll believe me
Ya bitch believe me, ya

(Bdeded, bdeded)

Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump
Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump
Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump
(Hey there you go, there you go, we're fine by…)

Bump
(Too much rump in the trunk)
Bump, Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump,
(It‘s rainin' it's pouring, the typical girls ain't snoring)
Bump-Bump
(Typical)
Bump-Bump, Bump-Bump,
(Rump in the trunk)
Bump-Bump,
Bump, Bump-Bump,
(Rump in the trunk)
(Typical)
(Rump in the trunk)

Now mingle shake from every angles
Regroup the hood
Gonna start by the spangle
Like Kama Sutra
I hit from every angle
Free to speak but first
Cos' your thoughts untangled
What's the look why your face all menaced
Let me to stand still
But your whole crew's tangles
Cut them off shangle
Dangle
Fuck you
Get me?
Got it (Got it)

It comes straight from the hood
Critique my music
Call it pop/rap/rock/funk/fusion
It's too confusin'
I do what I like
So the little pop tight
We used to call it Spank Rock
(right from the middle)
That's right Spank Rock
From the bottom, to the middle, to the middle, to the top
The hottest mother fucker in the whole damn block
Do my thing and the girls watch

Honey, honey see me
Behind my Gameboy
I got game girl
It goes easy
Let go your shoulders
My popsicle is so sweet, see
slam back that sparks
Don't hesitate
And you'll believe me
Ya bitch believe me, ya

Bdededed

Bump, bump-bump,
Bump-bump, bump, bump-bump, bump.
Bump, bump-bump, bump, bump, bump, bump, bump…

Hell you can date me, take me down to the picture show
Lets rock, yo
And I'd even let you hold my hand so the whole damn world can know
If you have more of my time we can wind
To the grand old rock and roll
Things get better yet
Two-step to the dipset
let me know when you're ready to go
I just be here with my feet up free
Rollin' this weed up
Me and my martini ain't changin'
We just stayin' the same man
and While you spritzin' and teasin'
I'll just catch up on my readin'
fresh offa work
Button down shirt
Bad ass mother fuckin' cool jerk

Honey, honey see me
Behind my Gameboy
I got game girl
It goes easy
Let go your shoulders
My popsicle is so sweet, see
slam back that sparks
Don't hesitate
And you'll believe me
Ya bitch believe me

Hey yo it's me and Spank Rock
We always poppin' it hot
He gets the ladies in line
I got you ridin' my jock
I keep it dirty, not like Fergie
Ain't the Black Eyed Peas
This shit ain't happy
I'm a trashy, boastful bitch MC
My rhymes are painful and fresh
My pussy's tastin' the best
I'm face scratchin' weave snatchin'
If you're ready to step
Cos' I'm a throw down kinda bitch
I don't play around
See I cut the fuck up
And I knock the fuck down
Pussy power's got my back
They all over the place
You can't get it so you sweat it
We keep that shit laced
Two one five triple eight
We never sleep it on the beat
Can't help it if we roll
We get the players in heat

My get 'em girls
Take it, take it grab your man up like a thief
My get 'em girls
Hate it, hate it grip your bitches on a leash
My get 'em girls
Shake it, shake it break it like a dime piece
My get 'em girls
Fake it, fake it if that dick ain't sweet

See I roll my Dutch thick
I can spit my verse quick
Don't trip for this Philly shit
We keeping' it sick

We got the fly buy
I'm on the hustle and grind
And if you get us at the right time
You get it from behind
In just Chanel pumps
And throw my legs up
And if you ready you can get it anytime you want
I'm the midnight dropper
I'm the body rockin' rocker
Workin' tight all night
an Yo I'm never getting tired
Just a dirty little grin
When you dig it dig it in
Have you switch us like a stripper
When you stickin' it in
Track your system when we kissin'
Flippin' dick in when you dippin'
Lick your lips and I be drippin'
Think my shit is straight addictin'

Or in the bathroom break you off in the bed
Thigh squeezin' pussy teasin' cock
Rockin' you head
See I like my ass sassy
I keep my man happy
Cos' I ride like Kelly Bundy
yo I keep that shit, nasty. Nasty…

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Nasty…

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