A Name I Call Myself Lyrics
| Song | A Name I Call Myself |
| Artist | Souls of Mischief |
| Album | 93 'til Infinity |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| He hah... hahaha!! | |
| Yo y'all wanna know about hoes? | |
| Check it... yo | |
| Adam is the man that got more honies than a hive of | |
| Bees i skeeze i'm pullin stunts like mcgyver | |
| And i try ta, always be patient with a miss | |
| But i diss, cuz groupies always seem to make me pissed | |
| Huh, they gotta be frontin, wantin to start a phony friendship | |
| I never pretend to think i befriend be them hips | |
| And send dips, back to they moms with a grin | |
| But if she's a boo boo head i tell no-one that i got in | |
| [tajai] | |
| Yo, skins friends i got a lotta, and i gotta | |
| Bend them and then blend all the hottie | |
| Spurts be burstin like a mile a minute | |
| Cuz i can either take it slow or yo i wild up in it | |
| I'm pulling, yes cuz fully dressed or threadbare they're nice | |
| I twist my sides to tickle thighs when my head's there | |
| I now rips sets so foul dips spread my rep | |
| I sew the girls up like schweppes, so many kids might fret | |
| [opio] | |
| Afterwards i'm bouncing dips like tits on chicks | |
| Who be running track, then they be running back for more | |
| Rest assured, it's absurd for her to be your linga | |
| I get the finger, cuz she can't get the stinga | |
| Any longer, my dong can stretch and i'm stronger | |
| I got the daddy ding-a-ling to get you hot and bothered | |
| Get the kinks out when my stink in the pink shout and scream | |
| Butta second fling is but a dream | |
| [phesto] | |
| From day one i played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool heartless | |
| But not for dips submerging it ain't hurt men to merge in | |
| My status, from baddest to tims i'm pulling more hips | |
| Than gravity, and after the skins get hit, i'm drowsing | |
| Arousing the next dousing the next thousand my saliva | |
| The liver ones cuz i don't try to run in no dumb females | |
| Some be swell, but, my picks so why tricks | |
| Get restricted to flicks with boo boo heads, i screw you dead | |
| Chorus: | |
| I call myself the man (8x) | |
| [opio] | |
| Niggaz cling, and get attached to things on the flute | |
| That's insane, i just be in and bang, get boots | |
| For gosh sakes, that broad shakes, her thang to the whole game | |
| The way the labia lips hang it's a sad shame | |
| Clapping when you're tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em | |
| The breasts sag like they're saddened | |
| The skins are wrinkled, dry, worn and battered | |
| Leave em shattered, she's as fly as a maggot | |
| [phesto] | |
| The him i am, the man i'm him | |
| Bustin skins out, i been stout erect checkin dips | |
| When i'm wreckin lips and clitorises, hit her with this | |
| [boom bow bang!!] swinging from my you-know-whats so you know buttcheeks | |
| Are clapping tapping the guts on the late with your date | |
| Makes my ego [ha-hah] read those lipstick marks on my penal tip | |
| They don't lie, penis took your dip to a fly despise | |
| My description, why, when i'm making them lips bend | |
| [a-plus] | |
| I hit it, i did it, i admit it | |
| I never quit it, yes i knock the boots like i was riddick | |
| Bowe, get with it, hoe, i get with | |
| No, boomerang broads with nasty toes | |
| Keep your corns on your husk you muskrat | |
| But if she's fly, i try to bust that | |
| Gluttius maximus, i wax and bust | |
| I'm taxin just to be the mack man plus | |
| [tajai] | |
| Once i been with women, friendship done been the sole outcome | |
| How come skins can't work their way in? | |
| The question resting late night at her pad and | |
| Scheming to grab and season, cuz she's in | |
| I fiend getting mad horny, transforming charges | |
| Into swinging me, seemingly hard miss | |
| Let her know that i was on it | |
| Now i got dibs on that crib i'm +welcome back+ cuz i'm kotter | |
| Chorus |
| zuo ci : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| He hah... hahaha!! | |
| Yo y' all wanna know about hoes? | |
| Check it... yo | |
| Adam is the man that got more honies than a hive of | |
| Bees i skeeze i' m pullin stunts like mcgyver | |
| And i try ta, always be patient with a miss | |
| But i diss, cuz groupies always seem to make me pissed | |
| Huh, they gotta be frontin, wantin to start a phony friendship | |
| I never pretend to think i befriend be them hips | |
| And send dips, back to they moms with a grin | |
| But if she' s a boo boo head i tell noone that i got in | |
| tajai | |
| Yo, skins friends i got a lotta, and i gotta | |
| Bend them and then blend all the hottie | |
| Spurts be burstin like a mile a minute | |
| Cuz i can either take it slow or yo i wild up in it | |
| I' m pulling, yes cuz fully dressed or threadbare they' re nice | |
| I twist my sides to tickle thighs when my head' s there | |
| I now rips sets so foul dips spread my rep | |
| I sew the girls up like schweppes, so many kids might fret | |
| opio | |
| Afterwards i' m bouncing dips like tits on chicks | |
| Who be running track, then they be running back for more | |
| Rest assured, it' s absurd for her to be your linga | |
| I get the finger, cuz she can' t get the stinga | |
| Any longer, my dong can stretch and i' m stronger | |
| I got the daddy dingaling to get you hot and bothered | |
| Get the kinks out when my stink in the pink shout and scream | |
| Butta second fling is but a dream | |
| phesto | |
| From day one i played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool heartless | |
| But not for dips submerging it ain' t hurt men to merge in | |
| My status, from baddest to tims i' m pulling more hips | |
| Than gravity, and after the skins get hit, i' m drowsing | |
| Arousing the next dousing the next thousand my saliva | |
| The liver ones cuz i don' t try to run in no dumb females | |
| Some be swell, but, my picks so why tricks | |
| Get restricted to flicks with boo boo heads, i screw you dead | |
| Chorus: | |
| I call myself the man 8x | |
| opio | |
| Niggaz cling, and get attached to things on the flute | |
| That' s insane, i just be in and bang, get boots | |
| For gosh sakes, that broad shakes, her thang to the whole game | |
| The way the labia lips hang it' s a sad shame | |
| Clapping when you' re tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em | |
| The breasts sag like they' re saddened | |
| The skins are wrinkled, dry, worn and battered | |
| Leave em shattered, she' s as fly as a maggot | |
| phesto | |
| The him i am, the man i' m him | |
| Bustin skins out, i been stout erect checkin dips | |
| When i' m wreckin lips and clitorises, hit her with this | |
| boom bow bang!! swinging from my youknowwhats so you know buttcheeks | |
| Are clapping tapping the guts on the late with your date | |
| Makes my ego hahah read those lipstick marks on my penal tip | |
| They don' t lie, penis took your dip to a fly despise | |
| My description, why, when i' m making them lips bend | |
| aplus | |
| I hit it, i did it, i admit it | |
| I never quit it, yes i knock the boots like i was riddick | |
| Bowe, get with it, hoe, i get with | |
| No, boomerang broads with nasty toes | |
| Keep your corns on your husk you muskrat | |
| But if she' s fly, i try to bust that | |
| Gluttius maximus, i wax and bust | |
| I' m taxin just to be the mack man plus | |
| tajai | |
| Once i been with women, friendship done been the sole outcome | |
| How come skins can' t work their way in? | |
| The question resting late night at her pad and | |
| Scheming to grab and season, cuz she' s in | |
| I fiend getting mad horny, transforming charges | |
| Into swinging me, seemingly hard miss | |
| Let her know that i was on it | |
| Now i got dibs on that crib i' m welcome back cuz i' m kotter | |
| Chorus |
| zuò cí : Carter, Jones, Lindsey, Massey ... | |
| He hah... hahaha!! | |
| Yo y' all wanna know about hoes? | |
| Check it... yo | |
| Adam is the man that got more honies than a hive of | |
| Bees i skeeze i' m pullin stunts like mcgyver | |
| And i try ta, always be patient with a miss | |
| But i diss, cuz groupies always seem to make me pissed | |
| Huh, they gotta be frontin, wantin to start a phony friendship | |
| I never pretend to think i befriend be them hips | |
| And send dips, back to they moms with a grin | |
| But if she' s a boo boo head i tell noone that i got in | |
| tajai | |
| Yo, skins friends i got a lotta, and i gotta | |
| Bend them and then blend all the hottie | |
| Spurts be burstin like a mile a minute | |
| Cuz i can either take it slow or yo i wild up in it | |
| I' m pulling, yes cuz fully dressed or threadbare they' re nice | |
| I twist my sides to tickle thighs when my head' s there | |
| I now rips sets so foul dips spread my rep | |
| I sew the girls up like schweppes, so many kids might fret | |
| opio | |
| Afterwards i' m bouncing dips like tits on chicks | |
| Who be running track, then they be running back for more | |
| Rest assured, it' s absurd for her to be your linga | |
| I get the finger, cuz she can' t get the stinga | |
| Any longer, my dong can stretch and i' m stronger | |
| I got the daddy dingaling to get you hot and bothered | |
| Get the kinks out when my stink in the pink shout and scream | |
| Butta second fling is but a dream | |
| phesto | |
| From day one i played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool heartless | |
| But not for dips submerging it ain' t hurt men to merge in | |
| My status, from baddest to tims i' m pulling more hips | |
| Than gravity, and after the skins get hit, i' m drowsing | |
| Arousing the next dousing the next thousand my saliva | |
| The liver ones cuz i don' t try to run in no dumb females | |
| Some be swell, but, my picks so why tricks | |
| Get restricted to flicks with boo boo heads, i screw you dead | |
| Chorus: | |
| I call myself the man 8x | |
| opio | |
| Niggaz cling, and get attached to things on the flute | |
| That' s insane, i just be in and bang, get boots | |
| For gosh sakes, that broad shakes, her thang to the whole game | |
| The way the labia lips hang it' s a sad shame | |
| Clapping when you' re tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em | |
| The breasts sag like they' re saddened | |
| The skins are wrinkled, dry, worn and battered | |
| Leave em shattered, she' s as fly as a maggot | |
| phesto | |
| The him i am, the man i' m him | |
| Bustin skins out, i been stout erect checkin dips | |
| When i' m wreckin lips and clitorises, hit her with this | |
| boom bow bang!! swinging from my youknowwhats so you know buttcheeks | |
| Are clapping tapping the guts on the late with your date | |
| Makes my ego hahah read those lipstick marks on my penal tip | |
| They don' t lie, penis took your dip to a fly despise | |
| My description, why, when i' m making them lips bend | |
| aplus | |
| I hit it, i did it, i admit it | |
| I never quit it, yes i knock the boots like i was riddick | |
| Bowe, get with it, hoe, i get with | |
| No, boomerang broads with nasty toes | |
| Keep your corns on your husk you muskrat | |
| But if she' s fly, i try to bust that | |
| Gluttius maximus, i wax and bust | |
| I' m taxin just to be the mack man plus | |
| tajai | |
| Once i been with women, friendship done been the sole outcome | |
| How come skins can' t work their way in? | |
| The question resting late night at her pad and | |
| Scheming to grab and season, cuz she' s in | |
| I fiend getting mad horny, transforming charges | |
| Into swinging me, seemingly hard miss | |
| Let her know that i was on it | |
| Now i got dibs on that crib i' m welcome back cuz i' m kotter | |
| Chorus |
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