Bushwick Bill - Take 'Em Off lyrics

[Bushwick Bill] I like a b**h with a motherf**in big a** The kind you bounce on and end up with a whiplash When it's bent over Bushwick Bill is in quick fast Makin that, nasty noise, somethin like splish splash Get another jimmy, and then I'll work it real fast As you can see, I handle hoes like a dish rag I never liked to kiss a b**h, rather lie and diss a b**h Boo I got the flu, but if you wanna kiss a dick Say that then, come down and see the special man I'll be waitin with my king-size dick in hand Come through my window, a** first I'ma let you have it, I'm gonna grab it, I'm gonna stab it Like a rabbit I'm drivin that f**in pole Turn you around and I'm inside that suction hole Back and forth in the hotel, if we on the back road In the backseat, b**h off wit'cha clothes b**h you just let those high heels fly Off came the shirt, I felt my dick get hard Because a so-called broad, fits her tits like a wristband Pulled down my pants, it's time to let the dick stand I'ma play the hit man, you can play the victim Make the skirt drop b**h, take the wristband with 'em Now we at the good part, before my dick gets soft I wanna hit the gluttimus, uterus, b**h take 'em off [Chorus: repeat 2X] Take 'em off, take 'em off Take your motherf**in drawers off, b**h! Take 'em off, take 'em off Take your motherf**in drawers off, b**h! [unlisted guest] 7th Ward n***as come with two hardheads One called a dome, one at my {?} edge Keep in my pants but when you dance like dat You make my second hard head need a hi-hat Because now it's at full extension With one eye open, lookin for a trench When influenced with my 40 and my mally oh lordy I'm goin after every p**y poppin in the party Now you can be fat, fine, ugly or skinny Just take your motherf**in drawers off, b**h gimme (Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?) Put your booty in the air b**h, I'ma make it clap (Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?) Spread your legs wide open, b**h I'ma break your back Don't tell me you a virgin, b**h I ain'tcha f**in dummy Cause if I give you money you'll be f**in like a bunny But sorry ol' honey ain't sweet enough for these dollars So put your chapstick on and hit your knees, swallow And then I'ma make you holla when I hit the back fender Shake it up, shake it up like a shake in the blender So if you want that salad tossed Make it happen you big booty b**h take your motherf**in drawers off [Chorus] [Bushwick Bill] Ahhhh, yeah that's right Ask the king Lil' James, Big Chief and ol' Bido One We don't go for the okey-doke I Rap-A-Lot since I was a tot So take 'em off you big booty skanless b**h