Chorus:
What it is hoe, ah whats up (whats up)
Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you aint been cut (been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and Ill call (Ill call)
And Ill follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While Im beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)
Verse 1:
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, whats the business baby
Ive been eyein you all day in the mall miss lady
You lookin good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, tryin to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or somethin
So I can call you later on, on your phone or somethin
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or somethin
Its no limits to what we do, cause tonight we cuttin, gut bustin
Im diggin in your walls somethin viscious
With your legs to the ceilin, catch a nut somethin serious
You delirious, or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like Im enjoyin your kisses
And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and wont holler
Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Legion of Doom
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come to the original trillville some cut lyrics page at allraplyrics.comVerse 2 ( Trillville Some Cut Lyrics ):
Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like its gone melt
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were jugglin on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beatin down your walls
Had your ass breakin laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slippin off your drawers, I recall
I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you aint been cut
From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
Turn around, you got me right
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey
And thats fo sho
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[Verse Three]
Whats the bussiness baby, can I get in them drawers
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall
With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
135 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, you a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
And Ima tell you like this, cause a nigga so real, and stay trill
Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill
And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill
So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
While I lay this dick down on you just like Im Teddy (Hey)
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