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Don't Crush It [Dave London + Filthy Rich Radio Edit #] by Kool Keithالقصائد الغناءيه -текстове на песни -texty -paroles -στίχοι -गीतletras -songteksten -тексты песен -versuri -tekst utworu -testi -the text of the song - - نص الاغنيةтекста на песента -tekst pjesme -text písně -teksten til sangen -teksti, laulu -le texte de la chanson -το κείμενο του τραγουδιού -पाठ के गीतEl texto de la canción -de tekst van het lied -der Text des Liedes -teksten til sangen -o texto da canção -Текст песни -textul de la piesa -Texten till låten -il testo della canzone

Don't Crush It [Dave London + Filthy Rich Radio Edit #] by Kool Keith

     

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Yeah girl
I've been checkin' out Big Willie Keith
He been trickin' a lot of bills on me
Mmm hmm!

I think I'm a show him somethin' tonight
A lap dance I would say
Yeah that's what I'm a do
Yeah...

[Kool Keith]
I'm like a freak from Hunts Point the bronze and the gold
Wear my drawers in tight mode naked with no coat
Walkin' around I see you'se about to lose her
That honey with white boots and hair like Medusa

Brown-skin fine, I drink her body like wine
And throw the wax on it, and watch two cheeks shine
I drunk a forty, I'm up in here feelin' naughty
I like the go-go girl, go 'head work it shorty

I got no time to trick, on the average girl
I'm in paradise, caught up, in the booty world
And for you regular honies, tryin' to play fly
I ain't no Chemical no Bank in your human eye

I like my spot, everybody's butt naked
Pump with G-strings, watchin' hot momma shake it
I got my beer, viewin' from the back rear
Yo brother man, pass it right over here

I got to ease off the stress, like a eight to five
Keepin' it real vexed, them panties want to get live
Change the pace up, yo Jimmy turn the bass up
Yeah yeah yeah

[Chorus: x2]

Yo baby (what's up?)
Don't crush it when you sit upon it
(Yo baby) what's up?
(Don't rush it when I sit upon it)

[Kool Keith]
I see you scopin' me, the fourth time you cut your eye
Left the brother to catch wreck, then tell the man goodbye
I'm next on the menu, runnin' up and in you
With seven rubbers on me, don't try to discontinue

We got's to bump and grind, crank up the R. Kelly
Delicious kickin', no leather like I'm Fonzarelli
I order two drinks to think, while you show me pink
Summer Eve breeze and WOO when it don't stink

I'm in the mix, like Funky-master Flex
I'm shootin' gizm, then after you can pick up next
I watch you shake it, like palm trees in California
Now you a lady, mature and I'm rubbin' on ya

I got my Phantom mask, I'm on the dolo
I slipped in my Tipton, bonin' sweetie look like Yo-Yo
She had a good time, knees bent in the chair
She said, "Get wild - I like it when you pull my hair"

I gave her cream, and rubbed it on her black boots
I see a packed house in different color body suits
I'm in the front row, chillin' on the down low
Checkin' her dogstyle, she's ??

I'm from the back kid, smooth with tons of grease
Denver and Texas, and Cali on back to East
She hittin' switches, and watch she make it low ride
Zoot, zoot, zzzzzzzt

[Chorus: x1.5]

[Kool Keith]
It's three o'clock, the morning shift's about to come
Watchin' Goldie lap dance, that grey hiney ain't no slum
I gets my workout, my slickest hand from every angle
She's on the job right, cutie pie sippin' Tango

I gotta peel for real, a hundred dollar bill
I'm comin' straight up, and not for a breakfast meal
This ain't no Burger King, this ain't no White Castle
Not like some ugly girls in Bentley's tryin' to give a hassle

I like the slot machine, bustin' nuts mean
Slippery wet lubrication like Valvoline
I'm pullin' nylon, yo dead up G, to the side
Feelin' soft flesh, I'm hard, I'm a let her ride

Jump up and down, get live like House of Pain
Leavin' em so wet, the silk with a tan stain
I reach a climax, she's happy with her orgasms
Go on girl!

[Chorus: x2]

Writer : KURT MATLIN, KEITH THORNTON
Copyright : Lyrics © The Bicycle Music Company, KOHAW MUSIC OBO NOTTING DALE SONGS INC

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