MC Lyte, Big V - Fuck That Motherfucking Bullshit lyrics
MC Lyte [Lana Michele Moorer] Queens, New York City, U.S. 🇺🇸
[MC Lyte, Big V - Fuck That Motherfucking Bullshit lyrics]
Yo Lyte, can we swing some of this?
Nah, nah man I can't sing
No? What you mean, no?
Fuck that motherfucking bullshit
Kiss my motherfucking ass
People call me Strokes
Aka you know the Iceman
When it comes to sex, you know
My motto yes I can, can never will I front
Pass it up or let it walk by
And if I don't get that ass
Well at least I did try
I know the games pms must run through you
You set it up so no man can ever do you
But when you need your weave done
Honey read my lips you can beg all you want
But you gets jack shit
I don't play, I work hard for my money
5, 6, 7 days a week, shit ain't funny
Now if sex is old fashioned
And you're not selling out
If you're not giving it up
You better spit that gum out
You wanna what? You must be bugging
A minute and a half of having sex
That ain't loving
You couldn't please me if you had his dick
That moaning you heard means you
Were making me sick
So don't front and lie like you
Were all that in bed
When I rolled your fat ass over
You were nervous and scared
Mr love man, you ain't shit
You better get your homies to
Suck your own dick
When it comes to sex you get mo better
'Cause I was on your shit even
When you had the jetta
It's '93 now and all that shit done passed
So stop frontin' miss 'cause I want that ass
What you what you can't get so step off
There's no room
You wanna zoom-a-zoom? Not in this poom poom
So let me tell you
Something Mr why you-can't-quit
Save what you can do
'cause that's some bullshit
So go and tell your friends, you know
The ones you got gassed
To take a cold shower 'cause you get no ass
I want ass yeah
And you just the type of woman
That's gon' give it to me
Step off, I ain't havin' that!
Stop playin', stop playin'
Take your clothes off and let's get busy
Take my clothes off?
I ain't got time for this bullshit
Who the fuck do you think
You're dealing with here?
Yo, I rolled your fat ass over
And you was scared homie
And if you don't get the fuck out of my face
They gon carry your black ass outta here
Get the fuck out of here
How you like that shit? yeah
So what you sayin'?
What I'm sayin', what I'm sayin', muthafucka
This is my
Song and this is the end of that shit
Goddamn it! Fuck that!
Look woman, fuck that, I don't want no
Ass from you no more look
Just step the fuck
Nah, nah man I can't sing
No? What you mean, no?
Fuck that motherfucking bullshit
Kiss my motherfucking ass
People call me Strokes
Aka you know the Iceman
When it comes to sex, you know
My motto yes I can, can never will I front
Pass it up or let it walk by
And if I don't get that ass
Well at least I did try
I know the games pms must run through you
You set it up so no man can ever do you
But when you need your weave done
Honey read my lips you can beg all you want
But you gets jack shit
I don't play, I work hard for my money
5, 6, 7 days a week, shit ain't funny
Now if sex is old fashioned
And you're not selling out
If you're not giving it up
You better spit that gum out
You wanna what? You must be bugging
A minute and a half of having sex
That ain't loving
You couldn't please me if you had his dick
That moaning you heard means you
Were making me sick
So don't front and lie like you
Were all that in bed
When I rolled your fat ass over
You were nervous and scared
Mr love man, you ain't shit
You better get your homies to
Suck your own dick
When it comes to sex you get mo better
'Cause I was on your shit even
When you had the jetta
It's '93 now and all that shit done passed
So stop frontin' miss 'cause I want that ass
What you what you can't get so step off
There's no room
You wanna zoom-a-zoom? Not in this poom poom
So let me tell you
Something Mr why you-can't-quit
Save what you can do
'cause that's some bullshit
So go and tell your friends, you know
The ones you got gassed
To take a cold shower 'cause you get no ass
I want ass yeah
And you just the type of woman
That's gon' give it to me
Step off, I ain't havin' that!
Stop playin', stop playin'
Take your clothes off and let's get busy
Take my clothes off?
I ain't got time for this bullshit
Who the fuck do you think
You're dealing with here?
Yo, I rolled your fat ass over
And you was scared homie
And if you don't get the fuck out of my face
They gon carry your black ass outta here
Get the fuck out of here
How you like that shit? yeah
So what you sayin'?
What I'm sayin', what I'm sayin', muthafucka
This is my
Song and this is the end of that shit
Goddamn it! Fuck that!
Look woman, fuck that, I don't want no
Ass from you no more look
Just step the fuck