Kid Trunks - b**hes On My Dick lyrics

[Intro: Pulp Fiction] Jules: What does Marsellus Wallace look like? Brett: What? Jules: What country are you from? Brett: What? Jules: "What" ain't no country I heard of. Do they speak English in "What?" Brett: What? Jules: English motherf**er do you speak it? Brett: Yes Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'? Brett: Yes Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like! Brett: What? Jules: Say "What" again! Say "What" again! I dare ya, I double dare ya motherf**er, say "What" one more goddamn time! Brett: Well he's... he's... black Jules: go on! Brett: ...and he's... he's... bald Jules: Does he look like a b**h?! Brett: What? *Bang* Jules: Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta f** 'im. You ever read the Bible, Brett? Ayy, [?] Ayy, [?] Okay, I don't wanna f** another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that sh** go blow Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo Your b**h anemic everyday, my wrist froze Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Okay, I don't wanna f** another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that sh** go blow Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo Your b**h anemic everyday, my wrist froze Your b**h anemic everyday, my wrist froze Your b**h anemic everyday, my wrist froze Your b**h anemic everyday, my wrist froze Ayy, ayy Ya dig [Verse 1: KiD TRUNKS & Lil Wop] I smoke [?], I drove interstate [?], It's ok I know you a snake, I spray it in your face Smokin' gas, I smokin' all that gas, straight to my face Pour a four in my yellow Fanta drink, [?] space Ya dig Outer space, in a UFO in my [?] My hoes ain't straight, they all gay They all go both ways Pop a perc, in a daze, I can't feel my face Off the drank, [?] crashed on the interstate That bit' count my cake, my maid Leave your b**h around, Lil Wop [?] that b**h gettin' slayed [Verse 1: KiD TRUNKS & Lil Wop] I smoke all the weed and dope Got lean, got p**y, got more (I got pneumonia) Off the top, my wrist stay froze 'Bout time p**y wet no [?] p**y wet like a motherf**in' [?] Sippin' lean like just motherf**in' potion All you motherf**ers soft like lotion Takin' lessons like a motherf**in' soldier, soldier But we know you is a poser Talkin' that sh** get you forty Bring your a** out here [?] Ya dig Ayy I ain't [?] Pulled up your block I'm with [?] Get them choppas out [?] [?] Got the draco on the scene My n***as runnin' for me My n***as shootin' for free Your b**h got me face, my dick all down her throat I beat [?] p**y so [?] When I'm done with that b**h, I call her friend and she go [Chorus: KiD TRUNKS] Okay, I don't wanna f** another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that sh** go blow Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo Your b**h anemic everyday, my wrist froze Ayy, ayy Ayy, ayy Okay, I don't wanna f** another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that sh** go blow Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo Your b**h anemic everyday, my wrist froze [Post-Chorus: KiD TRUNKS] Your b**h anemic everyday, my wrist froze Your b**h anemic everyday, my wrist froze Your b**h anemic everyday, my wrist froze Ayy, ayy Ya dig