Atmosphere - Lyle Lovette lyrics

Hoes and tramps fucks and sluts
Bitches scams tit's and butts

Bitches be creamin' for this
Eight inch demon
And when you hear me screamin'
I'm about to free the seamen
Wipe myself off on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I'll
Flash my box cutters
'Cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've
Had in your life ho
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
Kill that bullshit cause if baby gets trifled
I'm lacing the liquor with some
Piss and some Lysol
Roll in a shit-brown Lincoln
Eatin' a sticky bun spot-check the block
Big one is gonna gimme some
'Cause I'm a freak
I like the girls with tattoos
I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru
I take 'em two at a time
Make 'em both say my name
Ain't never had three
But best believe that I'm game
And that's the key game
Girl I fit words like scrabble
The inner-city cowboy with the
Thick herds of cattle cruisin' lake street
Gene pool ridin' shotgun
Got the flyest tricky's from
The Mississippi to Boston
I've got a house full of porn
To keep the vibe warm
The doors always open honey
Come out of the storm
Yo I got daddy's little girls
Ones that always stay true
I've got an uptown girl she
Dyes the pubic hair blue
And I've got a bitch that lives in Kenwood
Rich townhouse flavor
She travels on business I'm gettin'
Down with the neighbors
I got a freak that drives the bus
Shows me love with free rides
One hundred hoes in St paul but
Only one from east side
Got a Bloomington bitch with a
Pool in her apartment
Rug burns all over from fucking
Her on the carpet got the mega mall hoes
Make 'em all work the food court
Yo hit me up with a chicken soft
Taco and a couple of Newports
Got a stripper bitch with body
Jewels and fake titties
And a ho that lives in Fargo
For when I escape the city

But my favorite one, out of all of 'em
Is YOUR girl i sway the tongue never once
Have I been forceful
She lays it on like it's
A job that she loves, yo
Who's lips is these? the
Response is always slugs

The Richfield bitches freak the
Lip gloss and hairspray
Downtown women that like to
Fuck on the staircase
North side chicks, south side chicks
Suburban chicks love to open married women
Up to the pervertedness
Disturbing your relationship
Excuse my morals
I'm working with the way I trick 'em out
Silly mortals
The words I kick, the sport I play
Now what to say when I'm sittin' at
This buffet with these tasty morsels

Crusin' down the street in
My babies mom's caprice
February got the windows cracked
Wearin' a fleece
Hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute
Gimme nine and a half weeks and
I'll have that freak sniffin' too
Distributing cum across the
Rotten fruited plain
I know it's hard being young girl
Let me soothe the pain
I understand you baby
Straight up I understand
Now lift up your ass so I
Can pull these fuckin' pants down
The only ones I don't do
Is those under eighteen
Or at least I keep that shit a
Secret if you know what I mean
I got sluts that love to give head
And I like to watch
The way they move their tongue up and down my

Motherfucker! I can't believe your
Sittin down here
Recordin' some bullshit like this

(Hey man it's just a song
It's just a song, it's like a joke)

Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh?
You better take your ass over
To that neglected girl you got there

(Why you always trippin' on me in front)

Motherfucker, you got a kid
How you rhyming about some
Bullshit like this?

"Dropped my drawers
And the bitch said "Shit! Skinny mothafucka
With a fat ass dick!"