Spank Rock, Amanda Blank - Loose lyrics

[Spank Rock, Amanda Blank - Loose lyrics]

Get G-get Get Loose Now

Benny BOOM! Turn the bass up louder
'Til every single titty jiggle harder
She a hoochie watch the mini skirt ride up
Dimes and pennies twerk, get it hotter
Hoochies want to get on the guest list
Eat a small dinner so you fit in your dresses
Fuck a meal, go for mills
Big breast get treated like guest
I'm serving dick for breakfast, pussy pop
She like three things: The club, money, sex
Yes! Just like hip hop
Did a full strut when we pulled up
She said she like D's, I said Deeeez nuts!
Ain't that what you want
A Hilton ain't a Trump
Make sex tapes get dicked, get dumped
All this money make a bitch go dumb
Coke on the tip will make a bitch go numb

She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma
She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma
She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma
Hood rat, hood rat a hoochie mamma

Get Get Get Loose Now get Get Get Loose Now
Get Get Get Loose Now get Get Get Loose Now

Go head and get it nigga
You know you want it nigga
She solid gold nigga, Anna Nicole nigga
I'm about to show this glorified ho
How my hip hop dick head bang
Like rock and roll nigga
She got to have it cinematic like netflix
HD documented pearl drop necklace
She going to call herself a classy bitch
Live in Chelsea but her naughty
Parts the meat pack district
Got milk duds, face like Rihana
Got me popping retro fashion
That make me want to cash in, smashing
Trim bush like Shirley last season
What's happenin' Roj!
A prima donna in her Dolce and Gabbana
You can find her well travel
From Nicaragua to Ghana up front
You bait her right and she going
To bite like a piranha cause she
She ain't nothing but a hoochie mamma


Oh n-n no, hold up I got some shit to say
Cause all these copy catting bitches
Copy me all day
Call me out my name why don't
You come around my way
I got my cousin baby mother and
A brother on the way
Fake bitches want to be this
Chick but they not
I don't lay on my back for tracks
Or sleep my way to the top
Sex ain't for beats or backstage passes
Girl keep working that ass
You smarter than I thought you got
Your heart on my man assets
Oh no I cash his checks let's not
Forget and I fuck to bust nuts
Fuck a mans respect
I rap for money to spend
To keep my panties wet
And just to keep bitches mad
I keep bitches in check
Laying yourself in dirty sheets like
Hooker on the street
Rocking your coochie like that Gucci that
You bought up the street
I got mad styles for days
Your styles been played
And I every thing you rock
Today I did yesterday
Now girls I met they wanna fight me
Talking shit just tryin' to spite me
Walk it off I top it off
Wow you hood rats trying to bite me
You have him? I been at him
Girl I own that ass
Little heffer hoochie momma please
You ain't bad!

Uhuh, See thats why I don't
Like ya'll bitches anyway
Always up on my motherfucking man
Trying to be cute you ain't cute
Shit, bitch is nasty ya'll bitchs is nas-ty

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