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86 Measures of Game lyrics
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86 Measures of Game lyrics

Now, let’s get to the studded codpiece

Oh yes

Do you have a sense of humor about that?

I mean, does that seem funny to you, or you…

No, no, it holds in, it holds in my manhood

That’s right

Otherwise it would be too much for you to take

You’d have to put the book down and confront life

The notion is that if you want to welcome me with open arms

I’m afraid you’re also going to have to welcome me with open legs

That’s a really obnoxious thing to say

No it’s not, it’s being, why should I say something behind your back

That I can’t say to your face?

Has it come to this, is this the only way that you can talk to a woman, to do that shtick?

Let me ask you something, why “that shtick”

When all, all women have ever wanted ever since we crawled out of caves is

“Why can’t the man just tell me the truth and just speak to me plain?”

So if I do that, you can’t have it both ways

Some bitches are stupid, I treat ‘em like shit

That’s how you get one to eat a dick, never be sweet to a bitch

Keep it sick, they like to get dissed, they like it rough

Women are so fucked up in the head, some like to get snuffed

And they come back for more, ‘cause men are from Mars and women are from Venus

That’s why they like to suck penis

Don’t ever let them tell you different, women are just as horny as men

They’re just programmed inhibition

That’s why Catholic schoolgirls are the biggest sluts

Down to take it in their butts, they’re always licking somebody’s nuts

And why not? That’s why God made ‘em

Adam was kinda lonely, so God took one of his ribs and created ‘em

Because before that, Adam was fucking animals

That’s why women like to get fucked like animals, it’s only natural

And don’t get the wrong idea, don’t think I hate bitches

I love women, that’s why my masturbating’s religious

I’m just stating fact, that they’re down to take a smack

And they’ll break their back bending over for you if your game’s intact

They say they’re not into games, but those are the dames playing the most games

The type that’ll suck on a dick for cocaine

They’re acting like they’re so tame, but before you met them

They fucked fifty cats and can’t remember no names

Tell them right off the bat, “I want you to suck on my sack”

And most likely they’ll respect you and let you come on their back

Yo, the more degrading I get, the more these ladies get wet

It’s only busted bitches that can’t take what I said

But fuck busted bitches, they make my dick limp

They’re useless to a sick pimp like me who needs his gratification instant

But the one thing ugly bitches are good for

Is being good friends that’ll lend you money when you’re poor

So shout out to the homely, and my deep condolences to you, bitch

‘Cause, honey, for the rest of your life you’ll be lonely

And I know some of you are saying, “Necro ain’t all that”

But, yo, men don’t even have to look good as long as we rap

Motherfuckers that are fat will have you on their lap

As long as he convinces you he’s an emotional cat

And if he’s a cold person that got money

Most broke bitches will take the cock in their tummies, they’re not dummies

Money turns bitches on, once you’re broke the bitch is gone

Money’ll have a bitch in a thong stripping to songs

It’ll have a bitch in a porn getting shitted on

I want so much money I can get any girl to sit on my schlong

But I’ve been broke for centuries

And haven’t had a problem yet getting a girl to bend to the knees

I guess that’s how you know you got game

I could be broke and bummy and still get the same as a cat that got fame

I know cats that trick, they’re practically paying the bitch

And they can’t even play with her clit, ‘cause she’s saying some shit

Portraying like she’s afraid of dick

‘Cause you’re too stupid to realize she was created to lick, she’s playing you quick

She’ll hold out on the pussy the longest possible time she can make you wait for it

‘Cause when she gives it up, you might diss the slut

And she’s thinking like business, son, “Let me milk everything out of this shmuck”

She don’t give a fuck, ‘cause most men are foul

And we’re down to fuck any girl in the bowels we get around

So we’re looked at as bank accounts, amounts, like a quarter pound or an ounce

But, bitch, my checks will bounce

Not saying all women are like this, but, yo, I got no problem with it

I’ll pay the right price if she got the right tits

I see nothing wrong with paying for a tight clit

If I’m gonna pay for anything, I may as well pay to excite my dick

I’ve paid for worse things, you should pay for something that’ll last

Like a French maid with a fat ass

If I had mad cash, I’d open up a whorehouse

Honestly, I had this bitch in my crib fronting so I threw her out

She wasn’t sucking dick correct, the bitch was wrecked

She shoulda known when she hit the deck

Not to stop sucking until she ripped her neck

After all, I bought her a beer, and you’d think she’d be grateful enough

And able to stuff a cock in her mouth and make sure I’m taken care of before walking in here, but no

So I threw her out in the rain with no dough

In the freezing cold, skeezer, do what you’re told

‘Cause once a slut gets old, you’ll be paying me to suck my pole

‘Cause when a man gets old, he blossoms

But when a woman gets old, she starts rotting, there’s not too many options

There’s plenty of doctors with operations and lotions

Liposuction and facelifts, and Noxzema for old skin

You can’t escape demise by taking some weight off your thighs

It’s a law of nature to die

You patronize death when you old bitches use a facial cream that says it age-defies

These companies are playing games with lives

That’s why these 85-year-old millionaires are taking wives that are 25

What’s my point? You bitches better lick up before corrosion eats your lips up

And they ain’t soft enough to dick-suck

It ain’t easy, man, it may look glamor-life to you

‘Cause you see me ride, you dig?

Snakeskin down to the floor, you dig?

Hat and shoes that match, diamonds on fingers

And watches on up, I’m tellin’ you, it might look easy, baby

But you gon’ have to work hard to get to this status, baby

See you at the top

You know, Floyd died at age 83 still asking one question

What do women want?

Wouldn’t it be strange and wonderful if you were the one man on earth

Finally able to answer that question?

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