Twista "Emotions" |
[Johnny P] Let me play with your emotions Verse One: Twista Well a motherfucker could never control me, only squeeze me and hold me That's what the hoe came up and told me Now is she bold G? right in my mouth is where the gold be Cause I be pimpin her like Goldie Gotta get paid in this age my fingers ain't made just to be choppin up confetti with, if its a ready dick you better be steady lick cuz if you aint wid it you can get cause I ain't even on that petty shit So who the fuck you actin petty wid? The lythm i kick is like the rhythm lyric of a-rith-em-etic Pick em up quick and then give em the dick, thinkin I'm innocent They up in the mall shoppin for me pickin a fit I got them heffer's nose red and when we get in the bed, I be leavin em with froze legs Stuffin that made em wanna pose dead but you already got em until you get up in them hoes head I don't mean to sound bogus or nothin but it's the bomb when I be havin them cuties thinkin I'm in love with em, when I'm rubbin em Be gettin pub with em, in a club with em Smokin dub with em, huggin em, freakin in the tub with em After gettin paid for me she ain't trippin cause she know she got what she paid for She honor my name, I gotta tame, here it go Now we speakin with the game on ways to make mo' Chorus: repeat 2X [Johnny P in background: let me playyyyy, with your emotions] (Let me play with your) emotions hoe To the rhythm of a hi-hat, take a puff and lie back Let me stimulate your mind, body and soul, I know you want to try that Now motherfucker can you buy that... Tell me baby can you buy that I got you under my complete control, you know it's worth more than diamonds and gold, now don't be bogus and deny that Verse Two: Twista Now how the fuck you gon' act hoe, I saw you creepin out the back do' What you runnin from a mack fo'? Lay you on your back slow cause you know I got you with my lasso Blow your mind like a afro Come and take a glimpse and a stare it's the aroma of a pimp in the air, I betcha notice the smell It's like a lotus when I flow dis, cause my eyes be the lowest if you didn't notice then you bogus as hell I'm puttin women under my spell, like I'm up in their brain pumpin their vein with game for the anatomy that's feminine They're fillin em up with adrenaline, got em geekin got em speakin of approachin a po pimp like a gentleman Submission is surrenderin, it ain't no endin if it's on with a blunt from the bomb sack In the right place, with the right mind and the right line you can get a lifetime contract They be wise until they look into your eyes a shorty freaked when she spotted mine Took her over to my crib, lay low, hit her raw from behind then she signed on the dotted-line, the hoe was like "Oooohh Daddy... why you doin me like this? I'd do anything to be with you, you got me gone in the head" Ya mind, I don't mean to make a disaster of like my daddy master love But if a motherfucker breakin you for every penny you earn then how could you still show the bastard love? I guess it's cause I'm cold, shit Thought you was gon' be spendin me I betcha think you sho' did but game recognize game, now you lame in the brain Stupid bitch that's what you get for tryin to gold dig, now Chorus Yeah, this be Hype, the Verbal Tantrum Kickin it with my man Twista If you should suck my soul I should make your funky emotions Nothin is good unless you play with it Play with me baby Verse Three: Twista I know you think it's blasphemy but wont you give my boy some ass for me i thought he passed the B? since you said I was your Magesty, I had to see and when you get paid, bring some cash to me is it a tragedy that I can get her so gone, the hoe be trippin talkin about love alot But the only love I got, is when I grip a mic or huggin a glock or when I rub the twat, or pickin up a dub at spots Fuck the hoe thugs, the clubs, and the phony perpetrators with dimes The speed knots match crew, Do or Die, Psycho Drama, Crucial Conflict Be pimpin with em gators and dobbs, collectin papers in gobs Player haters remarks will get smoked to a blunt dust so keep walkin the next time you hear grown folks talkin motherfuckers betta shut the fuck up, cause we make the women suck up You insist to be trippin while we be gamin like Don Juan without the filet minion, the grey poupon them hoes are staked to charm, because we make the bomb Now I don't mean no harm, but either come on in or get on gone and let me pull my pouch of snuff In between your thighs, come take a pull and vibe and let your tongue go coastin low, now Chorus Lyric from www.lyricmania.com |