Kid Rock, Snoop Dogg - WCSR lyrics

[Kid Rock, Snoop Dogg - WCSR lyrics]

Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
All world class

Kid Rock, motherfucker, no, I isn't no fag
Fuck bitches dry, fuck them on the rag
Tag their toes, check off my list
Hoes get fucked, they don't get kissed
A simplistic pimp, getting much respect
I'll fuck your mouth and leave
Your ass in debt
Jet set the country on the world purse
Just to show you how a real pimp works
Remove your shirt, show me them titties
I'll drive my dick right
Through your twin cities
Around your bends, over your curves and ass
Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas

Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what
Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes
What you say
Snoop Dogg, I got the sex rhymes, say what
All world class, well

It isn't nothing like black pussy on my dick
Word to your momma and your sister, bitch
I play hoes like a
Motherfucking football game
I pull my dick out and then
Say it's good y'all came
Y'all did your thing
Worked a nigga from front to back
In the Bill Clinton presidential cadillac
We smoked a sack
The bitches couldn't handle that
Blew out my brains and left no stain
I can't complain, shit
It's all done with game
I fucked so many hoes
I can't remember their names
But it isn't about that, bitch
I really doubt that
Just turn the lights out and put
My dick where your mouth at

Kid Rock, I got the sex rhymes
(Kid Rock, you got the sex rhymes)
Snoop, I got the presidential sex rhymes
(My nigga, my nigga, my nigga, haha)

I'm on a private jet out of J-F-K
Sipping a vex, feeling a-o-k
Looked across the aisle and who did I see
Bill motherfucking Clinton sitting next to me
We kicked it, talked, had a couple of laughs
The stewardess walked up
Asked us for our autographs
I thought I was mack and I
Gave her two free shirts
Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt
So I stuck five, and that made ten
Shit, two roosters and only one hen
Billy winked at me, it was all too sweet
We tag-teamed that freak
At thirty-thousand feet, haha

Yeah, thirty-thousand motherfucking feet
Flying high, ooh

And we thought we does it
The most in the coast
Shit, we got the sex rhymes, hold it, hold it
Let me see if you got some gangsta shit
Homey
Cause if you do, I'm a kick something for you
A little something like this

Oh shit, some gangsta shit
All I need is a gangsta bitch
Because gangsta shit is all I kick
I fucks with a black, brown or a white chick
Bitch you can act like you
Aren't with the shit
I'm here to strip a bitch
And cold pimp a bitch
Looking for love in all the wrong places
Looking for love, fuck love, it's two races
Smoking it up in too many places
Busting a nut in too many bitches faces

Well, I'm Kid Rock, got pussy galore
You might get a lot of pussy
I gets much more got scores of whores
And macks know what's up
'You's a player', nope, I'm a flat-out slut
Got what you came for, yes indeed
Ecstasy and a sea of weed
Got a seed to plant in a field of crack
I wear my cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack
You can hold my sack while I pack your bag
You can rub my back while I tap your keg
One leg on the dash and one on the floor
I'll pop a cork in your ass
And make you scream for more (Cristal)

Money, hoes, tit's and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit pass us
We got whatever you need
(I got ecstasy) , I got pounds of weed
Money, hoes, tit's and asses
We got the goods and the bullshit pass us
We got whatever you need
(I got ecstasy) , I got pounds of weed

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