Esham

Esham - Black Orchid lyrics

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What's up honey? Don't mind me askin, but how your ass been?
 And fuck that chatty nigga, if he's a has been
 I got twenty, cuz I'm good and plenty
 To get the dollars, get the dick, if you gettin any
 You gotta work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow
 It don't matter cuz these bitches know I got the phatter dough
 Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick dick like Hoodini
 I want ya fine ass on my dick like the genie
 Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind
 G-string up ya ass, all I see is pussy skin
 And nigs don't know about my titty bar ho
 She be dancin til the break of dawn wit no panties on
 Dough, lickin her lips, her pussy smells on my fingertips
 She's ill, I think I fucked her wit the dollar bill
 For real, her titties, look so ferm, I might burn
 If I run up in her raw, wit the super sperm
 She got a

 [Chorus 4X]
 Work that pussy fast, work that pussy slow
 Work that muthafucka, outta baller's cash flow

 [Esham]
 Something surprise me about your eyes
 They make my dick rise, and then your ass got me hypnotized
 Watch you put dollars up ya pussy, ho
 They make my dick swoll, and you the reason why these niggas roll
 Big cash flow, watch your ass ho
 Pussy for days, got nigs, runnin thru a maze
 Gotta funny way of lookin at me, know I wanna skeez ya
 Then I got the other pussy, put it in the freezer
 Dollar strapped around you leg, on the rubber band
 I know deep down you could never love a move
 Only the money, go to get yours, at all cost
 Pussy ain't nothin, but a way to take a lost
 I gotta let these hoes know, that I ain't no trick
 I'm just a nigga wit a dick, and a mind that's sick
 So pull your panties to your knees, cuz I aim to please
 I bet that pussy get hot, like a hundred degrees, when you

 [Chorus 4X]

 [Esham]
 I see the way every nigga is scopin, hopin
 He can get a change at your kinda romance
 Every nigga in the house, got one thing on they mind
 Seein the back of your head, watchin that ass from behind
 Tell me somethin, if you wasn't workin at this club
 Would you be lookin at me like you was fuckin me
 or better yet be duckin me
 I don't want anything from you, you don't nothing from me
 If this was back in the day, you be fuckin for free
 I sit and daze and reminisce on how I used to bone her
 I told the waitress to rush over another Corona
 I give the bitch a hundred dollars just to dance on my lap
 I tell the DJ slow it down, cuz this bitch is all that
 I want the time to go slow, and my dough even slower
 I wanna fuck ya pussy, but I don't even know her
 I can't go out like the next man
 God damn, bitch, do you know who the fuck I am, gotta

 [Chorus 4X
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

Publisher: Overcore

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Released in: 1996

Language: English

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