Cocktails lyrics

These are the tales, the freaky tales
these are the tales, that i tell so well
you dont like my dirty raps
you can go to hell
short doggs on the mic
tellin cocktails

H-E-A-D,
All you washed up hoes tryin to throw that P
You`re just a big freak, you better not complain,
When you hear these cocktails and you hear your name.
If you a fake bitch, ain`t no thing
I`ll pick up the phone and call Janine.
If I call Marie, I know for a fact
I`m gettin sucked in my drop top cadillac
I met this freak named Naomi
Straight dick sucker worked me and my homie.
She had a girlfriend, her name was Vicki
I pulled her to the side and let her suck my dick.
She was fine as fuck, but can`t fuck with Tina
Tina, Tina, the sperm cleana.
I took her to my house and told her strip
Baby got freaky-started doing the splits.
I said, `Bitch!!! Do what you want
Cause this true blue mack won`t even front`.
I fucked her with my finger, she tried to cum
Pussy so tight, it wouldn`t give me none
I`m Sir Too $hort couldn`t be no punk
I`m trying to get funky cause I love the funk
My dick is big and her nigga had a little one,
I didn`t fuck her freaky ass, but it was still fun.
I know you stop and wonder just what it is..
It`s the California lifestyle that I live
see im from the crew, dangerous bitch
tellin everyone bout this freaky shit
I know this girl named Annette
Get her all alone and she`ll suck your dick
Hella freaky...won`t say no for shit
You and her all alone, nigga that`s your bitch.
I know another freak her name`s Joanne
I always get the pussy cuz I know I can
Finest bitch around, ain`t got no man
Everytime she cross my mind I go fuck her again.
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