Atmosphere - Lyle Lovette lyrics

Hoes and tramps Buts and s*uts b**hes tricks Tits and bu*ts [Verse 1] b**hes be dreamin for this eight inch demon And when you hear me screamin, I'm about to free the seamen Wipe myself off on your couch cover If she talks any trash I'll flash my box cutters Cause I'm rougher than any pimp you've had in your life hoe I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle k** that bullsh** cause if baby gets trifled I'm lacing the liquor with some piss and some Lysol Roll in a sh**-brown Lincoln, eatin' a sticky bun Spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme some Cause I'm a freak, I like the girls with tattoos I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru I take 'em two at a time, make 'em both say my name Ain't never had three, but best believe that I'm game And that's the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble The inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle Cruisin' lake street, gene pool ridin' shotgun Got the flyest tricky's from the Mississippi to Boston I've got a house full of p**n to keep the vibe warm The doors always open honey, come out of the storm Yo I got daddy's little girls, ones that always stay true I've got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic hair blue And I've got a b**h that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavour She travels on business I'm gettin' down with the neighbors I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides One hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side Got a Bloomington b**h with a pool in her apartment Rug burns all over from f**ing her on the carpet Got the mega-mall hoes, make them all work the food court Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports Got a stripper b**h with body j**els and fake titties And a hoe that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city [Hook] But my favorite one, out of all of 'em, is YOUR girl I sway the tongue never once have I been forceful She lays it on like its a job that she loves Who's lips is these? the response is always slugs [Verse 2] The Richfield b**hes freak the lip gloss and hairspray Downtown women that like to f** on the staircase North side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks Love to open married women up to the pervertedness Disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals I'm working with the way I trick 'em out, silly mortals The words I kick, the sport I play Now what to say when I'm sittin at this buffet with these tasty morsels [Hook] [Verse 3] Crusin down the street in my babies mom's caprice February got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece Hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute Gimme nine and a half weeks and I'll have that freak flippin two Distribute and come across the ?? I know its hard being young girl, let me soothe the pain I understand you baby, straight up I understand Now lift up your a** so I can pull these f**in' pants down The only ones I don't do is those under eighteen Or at least I keep that sh** a secret if you know what I mean I got s*uts that love to give head, and I like to watch The way they move their tongue up and down my... [Outro] Motherf**er! I can't believe your sittin down here Recordin' some bullsh** like this (Hey man it's just a song, it's just a song, it's like a joke) Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? you better take your a** over To that neglected girl you got there. (Why you always trippin' on me in front....) Motherf**er, you got a kid, how you rhyming about some bullsh** like this?