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Lollypops Lyrics - What's My Favorite Word? - Too $hort

Tell a nigga. telephone, telegram; two-way that motherfucker 

Somebody let him know. tell that nigga 

His bitch is out of pocket 

 

It was me and yo' broad, ridin in my 'llac 

She tried to climb on top of me and slide on my lap 

I said hold on baby, we almost to the spot 

We gon' do somethin nasty, with all this lust you got 

I fucked her on the floor then we got up in the bed 

Woke up in the mornin, can't remember what we did 

Last night we was drunk, stinkin dirty motherfuckers 

Stayed up all night, 'til 7: 30 can't touch us 

When we down on the beach, in the sand in Miami 

I done found me a freak, done got my hand in her panties 

She was playin in the water, MAN she was wet 

So I laid her on her back, I pulled her panties to the left 

I told her. naww baby, we ain't do it too soon 

Straighten up your dress, let's go up to my room 

Tell your man you was lost, ran into a boss 

Then I opened that ass up like a can of sauce 

 

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[Chorus:] 

We don't like those lollypops 

Sucker ass niggaz don't know how we rock 

They can't even handle it 

When you tell the truth, they can't stand a bitch 

We don't like those lame marks 

that run the other way when the game starts 

Cause they don't know what to do 

Don't lie tell me why would I fuck with you 

 

Stop hatin since we datin the same lady 

Don't hate the player, hate the game baby 

I like her style, she's kinda wild 

And when we do it we don't waste time goin out 

We into it like the X-Rated flick with no plot, it's so hot 

Don't hesitate and don't stop 'til we on top 

She got a dude - but what I gotta prove? 

Ain't no need to creep, you know she's a freak 

Take it all, 'til the balls, disappear in her jaws 

Then she take off them drawers, let me hit them sugar walls 

And when I'm done havin fun tryin to be a player 

She kiss my thang goodbye and say I'll see you later 

Now if you can't take it mayne you need a good girl 

Take a ride around the town and try to look for her 

Cause yo' wife's a hoe, you might like to know 

If she see a big dick, she might go. 

 

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[Chorus] 

 

I watched her eye, she witcha man, stop starin 

Stop the lies, there's no comparin 

You wanna ride well let's go; I got a magic carpet with vogues 

I'm nice to the ladies but I'm hard on the hoes 

And when you jump in my car bumpin "Freaky Tales" 

You told me pull it out, you wanna see it's real 

I know your type girl, you ain't fin' to wait 

That's how a pimp taste ridin on the interstate 

It's in your mouth, make you wanna scream and shout 

You can swallow or spit, when the cream comes out - bitch! 

Just don't tell your man 

Cause whores start wars when they know they can 

I understand, you really wanna do me 

Dance to a slow jam, "Feelin' on Your Booty" 

And after tonight, when you kick it with a real one 

All them fake-ass niggaz you ain't even gon' feel 'em (hell nah) 

 

[Chorus] 

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