Kid Rock – Wcsr lyrics

Kid Rock I got the s** rhymes Kid Rock I got the s** rhymes Kid Rock I got the s** rhymes All world class Kid Rock Mother fucker yo I ain't no fag I fuck bitches dry I fuck em on the rag Tag their toes - check em off my list Hoes get fucked - They don't get kissed A simplistic pimp gettin much respect I'll fuck your mouth and leave your ass in debt Jet set the country on your world perks Just to show you how a real pimp works Remove your shirt - show me them titties I'll drive my dick right through your twin cites Around your bends over your curves and ass Park it in your mouth till I run out of gas Snoop Dog I got the s** rhymes Snoop Dog I got the s** rhymes Snoop Dog I got the s** rhymes All world class It ain't nothing like black pussy on my dick Word to your mama and your sister bitch I play hoes like a mother fucking football game I pull my dick out and you'll say it's good ya'll came Ya'll did ya'll thing - worked a nigga front to back In the Bill Clinton Presidential Cadillac We smoked a sack - the bitches couldn't handle that Blew out my brains and left no stain I can't complain shit it's all done with game I've fucked so many hoes I can't remember their name But it ain't about that - bitch I really doubt that Just turn the lights out and put my dick where yo mouth at Kid Rock I got the s** rhymes Kid Rock you got the s** rhymes Snoop I got the presidential s** rhymes My nigga I'm on a private jet out of jfk Sippin' the Beck's - And feeling A Okay Looked across the aisle and who did I see Bill motherfuckin' Clinton sittin' next to me We kicked it talked had a couple of laughs The stewardess walked up and asked us for our autographs I thought I was mackin' gave her two free shirts Bill stuck five fingers up in her skirt So, I stuck five and that made ten Shit two roosters and only one hen Billy winked at me - It was all too sweet We tag teamed that freak at 30, 000 feet Yeah - 30, 000 mother fuckin feet flying high Kid Rock Beeped Out? And we thought we do's it the most on the coast Shit we got the s** rhymes Hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it Let me see if you got some gangster shit homey Cause if you do, I'm gunna kick something for you A little something like this Oh shit some gangster shit All I need is a gangster bitch If gangster shit is all I kick I fucked with a black brown or a white chick Bitch you can act like you ain't with the shit I'm here to strip a bitch and cold pimp a bit Lookin for love in all the wrong places Lookin for love - fuck love it's too racists Smokin it up in too many places Bustin a nut in too many bitches faces Well I'm Kid Rock Got pussy galore You might get a lot of pussy, I gets much more Got scores of whores and macks knows what's up You's a player Nope I'm a flat out s*** Got what you came for - yes indeed Ecstasy and a sea of weed Got a seed to plant in your field of crap I'll wear a cowboy hat and be your farmer Jack You can hold my sack while I pack your bag You can rub my back while I tack a keg One leg on the dash and one on the floor I'll pop a cork in your ass and make you scream for more Pissed off, pissed off Money, hoes, tits and asses We got the goods and the bullshit passes We got whatever you need I got ecstasy I got pounds of weed Money, hoes, tits and asses We got the goods and the bullshit passes We got whatever you need I got ecstasy I got pounds of weed Let's do it Should we do it Can we do it Explain Request ×

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