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EnTeLL
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Song Info
Genre
Charts
Peak #1,255
Peak in subgenre #730
Author
En-G
Rights
2006
Uploaded
February 11, 2006
Track Files
MP3
MP3 2.9 MB • 128 kbps • 3:09
Story behind the song
Baby so crazy, fuckin her self she on sum other shit //
Got my nuts in her mouth, suckin and spittin like Honey Dip //
I mean chewing tobacco she moves to my asshole //
Im like bitch I aint on that fag shit tho //
Dip out my residence, I aint fuckin stressing-this //
Exit bitch, got her screaming and cussing like the exorist //
Fuck me, fuck me! at the top of her lungs //
Make the bitch suck it dry, when I pop off and cum //
I got next bitches too, Ill juss see them tomorrow //
They got mouths like the bermuda triangle... sea-men get swallowed //
Baby I aint rude, Im juss a bold-nigga //
You a gold digga? shit to bad.. Im a broke-nigga //
Move to the next, yea.. Ive seen all whores //
Cuz I got more slots-on-my-nuts than casino-floors //
I aint even got to flash-no-cash, to make this bummy-strip //
Suck the dick, its sweet right?... yea... like its honey dipped //
Lyrics
Yea! Yea! EnTeLL! Listen Up, Listen Up!
Listen up nigga (listen up!) this will only take a second // (Take a second)
Im juss tryna push yall in a right direction //
(Nope) Not to mention, a little lesson wouldnt hurt //
To make it to the top (to the top!) you gotta put in work // (Put in work)
I put in work, I slaved my ass for days //
But still cant catch a decent pay of this minimum wage //
I wanna slap stacks like hockey pucks //
But its like I gotta keep muggin these niggaz like coffee-cups //
And the fact is, it cost-me-nuff // sacrificing my time locked-in-cuffs //
I got lots-of-stuff, but not much to show for //
Criss shit, criss kicks, criss whip and so forth //
(You see) You dont appreciate the things you got till their gone //
So you wont notice the shit you got till the worlds-in-my-palms //
I sort of feel like sadam, droppin these bombs-see //
Soon I'll be sittin on a beach, under a palm-trees //
Kick back, relax with a rum and coke //
Gum-in-my-throat, like (cough) Im gonna-choke //
I could never choke.. never, ever... NOPE! //
Im a chedder-getter-vetern-bredrin-better-than-most // (YUP!)
Listen up nigga (listen up!) this will only take a second // (Take a second)
Im juss tryna push yall in a right direction //
(Nope) Not to mention, a little lesson wouldnt hurt //
To make it to the top (to the top!) you gotta put in work // (Put in work)
You gotta work, you gotta work, you gotta make your hustle //
But put in work, and in return, you can flex ya muscle //
That means sitting at the top, kick ya feet back //
Its like I got the world on my shoulders, stressin my knee caps //
Me collapse, never, Im far to clever I couldnt //
Sell-out-with-raps, never, ever.. see I juss wouldnt //
What ever, you dont believe my tunes-fine-sir //
Cuz soon I'll have more paper in my pockets than binders //
Sittin in recliners, catch a nap for a second //
Listen to my tracks and teach ya ass a lesson //
Ive written these raps, I juss say what I say //
Day-to-day, The only thing In my way is what I may //
Be something you hate, something you love //
But either way its the same, s'all love //
Cuz if you didnt like what you hear, there'd be nothing to speak of //
otherwise speak up, or juss keep ya L-I-P's shut //
