Findum, Fuckum And Flee Songtext
von N.W.A
Findum, Fuckum And Flee Songtext
Yeah, it′s me again
So check it out ladies not gentlemen
Drop your draws, come and see
And let's get into this, yeah
Easily, I′m approachin', there ain't no jokin′
When the pussy holes are open
Ready to fuck until my dick is raw
Yo! The muthafuckin′ devil son-in-law
(Peter, Peter, the pussy-eater)
Now it's the E, the motherfuckin′ pussy beater
And I'm a quick up trick up, up a quid to trick up the bitch
So come here, bitch, and lick up the, lick up the, lick up the dick
Now how many nuts would it take for me?
To let that bitch graduate to lesson three, let′s see
(Splash, splash, splash, splash, splash, splash)
As you can see, I straight wax that ass
Back up, bitch, unless you want nut in your eye
I never, never ever, ever seen a bitch cry
Nut one, nut two, nut four, five, six
I lost the third nut in the mix, fuck it
(Hey yo, Yella Boy, won't you rewind it)
Six, five, four nut, three is up
Gimme that gimme, that gimme that nut
You wanna feel the dick, baby, try your luck
Because the E likes to fuck, fuck, fuck, yo!
I get ′em stuck-on and get the fuck on
Give 'em a dick to roam and tell 'em, "Thanks for the pussy hole"
I find ′em, fuck ′em and flee you know
But before I D-O
Yo, I take a hoe to the hotel (to the hotel)
To the motel (to the motel)
To the Holiday Inn
Yo, if that bitch start fuckin' up (what you gonna do?)
I′ll just fuck her friend
Ah, DR. Dre (what up?)
All my mellow (yo) it's on you
So whatcha gonna do?
Well, it′s on and on and on and on
Yo, the beat don't stoppin′ 'til the break o' dawn
Yo, every bitch I know they wanna get with me
The motherfuckin′ notorious D-R-E
Spit game at a bitch while a nigga′s around
And you know most hoes knows not to clown
'Cause if a bitch tries to diss me
What the fuck? I lick her
I smack the bitch up and shoot the nigga that′s with her
That's the kind of nigga that you′re listenin' to
Talk to you for a minute, get my dick in you, yo
Now every single bitch got a price to pay
Brupa, up on the dicks of N.W.A, yo (boaw, boaw)
I find ′em, fuck 'em and flee you know
But before I D-O
Yo, I take a hoe to the hotel (to the hotel)
To the motel (to the motel)
To the Holiday Inn (say what!)
If that bitch start fuckin' up, yo
I′ll just fuck her friend
Now MC Ren (what up?)
My mellow (I′ll check it out) it's on you
So what the fuck you′re gonna do?
Now gather 'round, yo, and check it out, yo
And all the bitches come and suck up all my balls, yo
And take a ticket to play with it like a slinky
So put your lips on my big chocolate twinkie
And you swallow all the nut, if you bitches are smart
To make my dick pop up like a pop-chart
But after I nut, I might leave you
But first I must deceive you, because bitch, I don′t need you
And don't say that you love me too
′Cause if I turn my back, you would fuck the whole crew
You nothin' but a stank, hoe tryin' to take my bank, hoe
So I have to let you know
At a hotel (at a hotel)
Or at a motel (at a motel)
Or at a Holiday Inn (say what!)
Because if that bitch starts fuckin′ up, yo
I′ll just fuck her friend
Here is Mr. Bigdraw, CBOs in the motherfuckin' house
Ah, and you thought that was greased
Shit, I lay down and I would love to go deep
Three and 57 pounds, more bounce than out, and I say we count
And what counts tonight is? The show ain′t over 'til the fat men fight
So check it out ladies not gentlemen
Drop your draws, come and see
And let's get into this, yeah
Easily, I′m approachin', there ain't no jokin′
When the pussy holes are open
Ready to fuck until my dick is raw
Yo! The muthafuckin′ devil son-in-law
(Peter, Peter, the pussy-eater)
Now it's the E, the motherfuckin′ pussy beater
And I'm a quick up trick up, up a quid to trick up the bitch
So come here, bitch, and lick up the, lick up the, lick up the dick
Now how many nuts would it take for me?
To let that bitch graduate to lesson three, let′s see
(Splash, splash, splash, splash, splash, splash)
As you can see, I straight wax that ass
Back up, bitch, unless you want nut in your eye
I never, never ever, ever seen a bitch cry
Nut one, nut two, nut four, five, six
I lost the third nut in the mix, fuck it
(Hey yo, Yella Boy, won't you rewind it)
Six, five, four nut, three is up
Gimme that gimme, that gimme that nut
You wanna feel the dick, baby, try your luck
Because the E likes to fuck, fuck, fuck, yo!
I get ′em stuck-on and get the fuck on
Give 'em a dick to roam and tell 'em, "Thanks for the pussy hole"
I find ′em, fuck ′em and flee you know
But before I D-O
Yo, I take a hoe to the hotel (to the hotel)
To the motel (to the motel)
To the Holiday Inn
Yo, if that bitch start fuckin' up (what you gonna do?)
I′ll just fuck her friend
Ah, DR. Dre (what up?)
All my mellow (yo) it's on you
So whatcha gonna do?
Well, it′s on and on and on and on
Yo, the beat don't stoppin′ 'til the break o' dawn
Yo, every bitch I know they wanna get with me
The motherfuckin′ notorious D-R-E
Spit game at a bitch while a nigga′s around
And you know most hoes knows not to clown
'Cause if a bitch tries to diss me
What the fuck? I lick her
I smack the bitch up and shoot the nigga that′s with her
That's the kind of nigga that you′re listenin' to
Talk to you for a minute, get my dick in you, yo
Now every single bitch got a price to pay
Brupa, up on the dicks of N.W.A, yo (boaw, boaw)
I find ′em, fuck 'em and flee you know
But before I D-O
Yo, I take a hoe to the hotel (to the hotel)
To the motel (to the motel)
To the Holiday Inn (say what!)
If that bitch start fuckin' up, yo
I′ll just fuck her friend
Now MC Ren (what up?)
My mellow (I′ll check it out) it's on you
So what the fuck you′re gonna do?
Now gather 'round, yo, and check it out, yo
And all the bitches come and suck up all my balls, yo
And take a ticket to play with it like a slinky
So put your lips on my big chocolate twinkie
And you swallow all the nut, if you bitches are smart
To make my dick pop up like a pop-chart
But after I nut, I might leave you
But first I must deceive you, because bitch, I don′t need you
And don't say that you love me too
′Cause if I turn my back, you would fuck the whole crew
You nothin' but a stank, hoe tryin' to take my bank, hoe
So I have to let you know
At a hotel (at a hotel)
Or at a motel (at a motel)
Or at a Holiday Inn (say what!)
Because if that bitch starts fuckin′ up, yo
I′ll just fuck her friend
Here is Mr. Bigdraw, CBOs in the motherfuckin' house
Ah, and you thought that was greased
Shit, I lay down and I would love to go deep
Three and 57 pounds, more bounce than out, and I say we count
And what counts tonight is? The show ain′t over 'til the fat men fight
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