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Tekster: Three 6 Mafia. Chapter 2: World Domination. Watcha Do.

Ah yeah, these hoes always
Talkin' bout' all the shit they got
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DKNY and I'ma tell you
What they do to get it, bitch

Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?

Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?

Bitch don't play dumb
Stick out your tongue
And let me take a plunge
For plenty you don't have
To suck your thumb
I got yum-yum

At night you have nice dreams
'Bout spices and ice cream
You look kind of fiesty
Your lips they entice me

Don't fight it, don't try
To front like you don't like it
I can tell you get excited
I'm gon' spank it

Put your head up under the blanket
It's the tightest
A Mafia, so play it to the Triple 6 to the tre'
Until tonight Lord Infamous is on the entree

You niggas be killin' me
Say you'll never do me
But still you do it
Every time I turn around
You punk is in the booty

Is it hard to pick em' out
Hell na, I'm on the top of that
All real hoes know
A nigga that lick on the cat, that's a fact

Niggas be one of the main ones doin' it
Come and eat a little punk ass nigga
Fuck screwin' it, little Peter Pipter
These playas for the pussy eaters
Got you rock hard after my nut you's a dick beater

Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?

Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?
Watcha do? Watcha do?

Slob on my knob
Like corn on the cob
Check in with me
And do your job

Lay on the bed
And give me head
Don't have to ask
Don't have to beg

Juicy is my name
Sex is my game
Let's call the boys
Let's run a train

First find a mate
Second find a place
Third find a bag
To hide the hoe face

It's bout 2-0-9, I'm ridin' Viper
Tryin' to find somethin' freaky
'Cause I think it's about that time

Me and my dogs
It's not about two balls
Now I need a big mouth
For a dick and two balls

It's Paul, askin' with ya
Take face Willy
165 pound, skinny nigga, beer belly

I'm bout' to take her to get it tight
From all of ya'll
No paper chasin' I'm in the ocean
Tryin' to catch some jaws

These bitches got me goin'
The feelin' of a warm mouth
Man I tell you 'bout these hoes
Chewin' in the South, it's on

Once I get it alone, I bone
A whole deep along
But that's another song
We on the subject of these hoes
And they suckin' dick

Don't frown hoes
You the main ones don' it
Crunchy Blac up in the bitch
I tell the truth dog
All these hoes goin'
Don't let 'em foll y'all

Yo, this is Dj Spanish Fly
Live at the shake joint
And they shake the tooshie, watcha do?
Three 6 Mafia a worrr

See I be swanin' at a bitch
Like a nigga tryin' to hit a pinata
Ten niggas dicks
Up in your motherfuckin' stomach
Came across a dick

They got you grippin' up on your head
Buckin' on south spreadin' pussy, fool it farted
Men, plaster fallin' up off the wass
While I'm fuckin' her like a dog
She constantly lickin' on my balls

All up on my dick, and on my nuts
It's just the best I be rat tat tat tat tat
Had to watch how quickly that bitch react
Like a nigga tryin' to hit a pa