Action Bronson - Pardon, That b**h Been On My Mind All Week lyrics

[Ghostface k**ah] "Yo pardon, that b**h been on my mind all week" [Jay Steele] She wanna role play rape while I'm wearing the cape Tie her up and use tape and make love like we hate I'm hung like a drape, yeah it's great Caught mermaid for sushi, my dick was bait Let's toast to Ebony from the Ivory Coast She moved to Lefrak tried school but got left back Icy white teeth, pretty skin, jet black She probably used Shea bu*ter Had a freak sister and gay mother And her mama said 2 daughters and a crazy baby daddy Was enough to turn a straight woman bull-legged, gladly Full-swinging grammy, I stabbed the whole family That's all three hoes in all three holes I smoke a blunt in the projects, then I f** a c*nt With some blunt objects Two dil*os on the cake beater, that b**h can't take a break neither I finish hard around the rim like Stoudemire That b**h like bad boys, I'll sodomize her Then start a fire, hologram ? [Hook] [Action Bronson] This is for the G's, strictly for the G's Chillin with your people in the club smokin reefer Walking to the phone, call the number on the beeper He'll finger fast like Caesar And your boy is known to rip a track out Twist a sister's back out Dribble penetration to her rim just like I'm Stackhouse My mistress Puerto Rican I got a black spouse, black shoes Laid up on the black couch I'm higher than a devil, leather from the butcher Screaming on the pedal It's still alive, f** it let it ride Ba-ba-ba! go the black Beretta 9 Old hookers slide their panties to sh** in the street Don't want to lose a dollar, try to elude their fathers We proof as scholars, and we true and honest Jewish dollars fresher than the newest harvest [Hook] [Meyhem Lauren] I left her throat frosted Came through, straight sauced it Her voice lost it, insane, Romaine tossed it I big-bossed it, feel the beat, full-forced it Her p**y lips gave my dick a seizure Yeah, she Rick Ross'd it No disrespect, I'm just painting the picture I'm in love with a hooker plus I'm dating a stripper Pay her with liquor, next step, tasting the zipper Ate til she shiver, my tongue game is making her quiver You know I turned it down if a shorty smelling foul I use my fingers first to make sure it ain't bacalao Lots of style, that's why they love me Gash juice dripping all over my rugby, it's ugly Tell her she can oil me and tug me" Ma**euse style, plus they love the way that I'm well-hung My nuce wild Since we was minors hoppin out different vaginas Lord of the skins in Timbs is how you find us