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Rappin' 4-tay

Genres: Hip-Hop

Don't Fight The Feeling Lyrics - Rappin' 4-tay

Say hoe, yeah you 

Can I ask you a question, you like to fuck? 

Oh, you don't want me to talk to you like that 

Will you like to make love? 

 

I saw you walking down the street and I had to stop 

Turn up the radio and drop the top 

I see you look so good and your so fine 

Young tender, would you be mine 

 

I get you in my car, drive you to my house 

'Cuz I'm a mack, I cold turn you out 

I wont ask and I sure won't beg 

Reach right over and rub your leg 

 

I let my hand slide between your miniskirt 

Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work 

What time is it, don't watch the clock 

Lay back baby doll and I'll rock the cock 

 

Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty 

I'm the man, I take you out to the finest restaurant 

Buy you any damn thing that you want 

You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose 

But later on your coming out them pantie hose 

 

You want gold, girl whats next 

It's me and you, doing the sex 

So now you know I'm just a freak 

Give it up baby, I can't wait to weeks 

I want it all, don't say I won't 

Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't 

 

Nigger please you provoke no feeling 

You must of forgot, the girls of whom you're dealing 

We haven't the urge, to get busy 

Like those dizzy Lizys, who used to dance for you, your through 

 

I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted 

You're addicted, to the words you inflicted 

Time after time, line after line 

Talking bout the bitches that are on your mind 

 

Do they call you $hort, because of your height or your width 

Dis me boy, I'll hang your balls from a cliff 

Wrapped around a slinky, your a dinky 

It's an easy task, to the corner cause the curb didn't want your ass 

 

Your name is yuck mouth, you don't brush 

Gotta cover your mouth like this they call you yuck mouth 

You refuse to brush, no sweetheart you can keep that kiss 

Your a freak with no tale 

 

You have no ass, class,you can't pass, your simply trash 

Your a typical nigger, the kind you don't take home 

[Unverified] tights and Barbie from the dangerous zone 

Like a short dogg that carries fleas 

 

You make my ass itch, twitch 

Don't you wish you could scratch it 

And grab it like you want it 

The name fits cause your all up on it 

 

Get mad if you want, I won't front 

When it's time to hump, won't be no punk 

Roll your ass over and tap the butt 

Too $hort baby all in them guts 

 

I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet 

Every letter I'll write will get your pussy wet 

It's just a freaky note, from me to you 

At the bottom I signed it Playboy II 

 

I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew 

Like every other nigger in my crew 

I bump hoes, now it's your turn 

Tell me young tender when will you learn 

 

I cold mack like pimps you know 

Won't sell you though, or sell your blow 

Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch 

My gold rings come from Spitz 

 

Look baby, You know what I want 

Your acting like it's that time of the month 

Are you bleeding, can't think about sex 

Irritated by your Kotex 

 

We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck 

I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck 

Now here, don't say I won't 

Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't 

 

Punk I'm not a tease, I'm not a squeezer 

And most definitely, not a dick pleaser 

You dreaming and scheming 

And fending for my lust 

 

You don't have enough for you I feel disgust, wait, smoke things I hate 

For goodness sakes, If I wanted someone small I would masturbate 

I'm not talking 'bout your height, weight or what you dream 

When I say Too $hort, you know what I mean 

 

You see, I need man, not a boy to approach me 

Your lame game, really insults me 

Your name is Too $hort, or shall I say too skinny 

If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny 

 

Little boy, your not a player, I'm your savior 

To try to get at me, shows of gracious behavior 

I have to sit on my feet to come down to your level 

Your mother should have hung you, from her umbilical cord 

 

If she would have known your mission 

Okay little boy, here's a proposition 

You wanna bit of danger, step you to my zone 

You call yourself a dogg, thatz how I'll send you home 

 

With your tail between your legs, screeching and whining 

Jealous of you got some, nigger please your lying 

'Cuz I fight the feeling, that would have to be one 

And mathematically, me plus you equals none 

 

I am the rapper that they call 4 Tay 

I'm gon tell you like my homie Short Dogg would say 

Hoes in the world, trying to play it sweet 

Knowing damn well that they wanna freak 

 

Some do this for maybe a week 

And then it's cool to get up under the sheets 

Trying to work that thang, but she said no 

That's about as far as it's going to go 

 

So I toss and turn, to make it loose 

Finally she feels the act right juice 

Some of you hoes say, oh that's nasty 

Back of your coat say sweet and sassy 

 

24 deep, that's how you sleep 

Undercover freak every day of the week 

You see some of you freaks just need to quit it 

Playing that role like you ain't with it 

 

The rest of you freaks just won't admit it 

Especially when you know just who can get it 

Ain't body tripping 'cuz I know I'm right 

You could be black or you could be white 

 

For a girl it really don't take to long 

(Low bass) 

But girl's always trying to turn ya on 

(Low bass) 

With a little squeeze but it's just a tease 

Give it some time, she'll be on her knees 

 

Then I'll pick her up, so I can work the butt 

Baby, I just wanna try to bust a nut 

But don't get me wrong, cause you started it all 

Coming to my house in a Cam or sump 

 

But when it's time for me to shove 

Then you front on all that love 

First you said that I deserve it 

Now you fight, don't want to serve it 

 

Gave it some time, so make up your mind 

Don't fight the feeling, this time to own whine 

You was talking 'bout you gonna give my some 

But I'm Rappin' 4 Tay it don't make me numb 

 

Yeah man, the little hoes got ill 

So now it's time to get way to real 

I know they never have some real dick 

They need to quit talking that childish shit 

 

You wanna rank hoe go get your bank hoe 

My little dick will have you screaming though 

Because when it comes to sex, you don't know what's up 

Your still playing that finger fuck 

 

See I'm a grown man, I bust some young cock out 

I like big butts, not big mouths 

I know some little girls will break you down in bed 

Pull your drawers down, give you some head 

 

But little girl, you wanna have some fun 

You better go to magic mountain cuz your way too young 

So at this point, I can't really say shit 

Ain't dropping no lines, I'll just call you a bitch 

 

Beyotch 

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