All I Dream About
Title | All I Dream About |
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Artist | Bishop Lamont |
Album | Pope Mobile |
Release Date | 2007-12-25 |
Description | ? |
Lyrics | Remember when rappers had swing like Wimbledon? Now they all ash like Arthur, just simpletons Peons, underlings, slaves to my utterings... Remember when rappers had swing like Wimbledon? Now they all ash like Arthur, just simpletons Peons, underlings, slaves to my utterings Pinky rings like nice things down tight jeans Lick nut up like melted cones of ice cream Freaky bitch make a preacher stutter, yeah Sneaky bitch try to fuck your brother, yeah But still come home and meet your mother No prob Keep in in the fam like Kennedy Johnny, Bobby If she got a hot mom I can fuck [?] Fuck her 'til her knees wobbly It's just a hobby Go ahead girl, work your body My porn star name is Smackula Bram Stroker No cards, dick hard, it's strip poker Bust on the sofa Protection on like you granny couch Fuck [?] 'til she passed out [Hook:] [Pooh Bear:] Kiss my brain 'fore you kiss my neck, show respect One track mind, all I think about is sex (Yeah) [Bishop:] Benzes, rims, yeah, spark is so tremendous Get the money first, it comes with the bitches [Pooh Bear:] Kiss my brain 'fore you kiss my neck, show respect Mind in the gutter, all I dream about is sex (Yeah) [Bishop:] Benzes, rims, yeah, spark is so tremendous Get the money first, it comes with the bitches Pussy niggas never learn And as the world turns Another pussy whips and tricks what he learns I'm fire, give you third degree burns It makes you make a pimp cup out your urn It's my turn You had yours Had whores I got 'em running naked 'cross marble floors On all fours, yes, all four Bent over on the couch playing hardcore And all for the four, yours truly Hop from pussy to pussy like a porno movie Do we See the picture clear, rappers disappear My rhyme is fine wine, get better year after year Jealous niggas I swing on I lump up your forehead now you look like a Klingon I lump up your forehead now you look like a Klingon Bitch niggas better leave it 'lone or bring it on You might also like[Hook] Say here we go, another rapper talkin' 'bout material Forgive me, I used to not have milk for my Cheerios Now I cash checks [?] [?] knocking [?] in the stereo Imagine top models and extra large Magnums Rip that freaky shit Then I leave that hickey bitch Yeah I'm on that player shit Got that free agent pick Plus I don't need no stress my girl to flip From Long Beach to South Beach, nigga, in a heartbeat Macking bitches down on College Street Yeah they so enticing Sweet like icing But before we get to fucking let me see your license My nigga D got the Rover and the Lambo Hater get close, I'll crack your tooth enamel Ain't it funny I'm a backpacker getting money Old school droppin' fools Guess I'm just that clumsy [Hook] |