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Beat It Up

This song is by Big Tymers and appears on the album Big Money Heavyweight (2003).

Big Tymers
"Beat It Up"

*chorus*
Beat it up Beat it up Beat it up
Beat it up Beat it up (repeat 2x)
You know you want this pussy (Sho' do)
You know you want this pussy (It's tru)
You know you want this pussy (Bring it on)
You know you want this pussy (And I'm gone)

With so much pussy on the city streets
It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin up with these freaks
But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin they guts
Leave pussy so gushy overflowin with nuts
Ima hellafied supafied pickle slingin mac
Dick like a stick breakin off of ya back
It's explicit when I kiss it baby all night long
Knock ya head against the bed till tha insides gone
Give you big long wood Beat it real good
I ain't yo man I ain't stayin but I wish I could
A hour in tha shower then on top of tha dresser
Then a big "gimme head" and then I'ma letcha
Ride that pole Make ya say ooh
The sex is incredible, The dick is like woah
Cussin' lustin' Bout to get a nut when
She looked at me and said

*chorus*

I come wit TVs and DVDs an a cars
And I pack a big dick down in tha drawers
I'm the neighborhood pickle slanga, Pain bringa
Super sick big dick nasty ass rap singa
Do it baby stick it baby do it baby get it
Make that ass clap every time that I hit it
Now all I need is liquor and weed
Two dike bitches straight down n get G'ed
See I got it up gotta hit it gotta get it
Cause I moved up
Gotta split it Gotta fit it to a Magnum
Gotta fuck it don't love it
I don't want none, but you can have some
See I play it homie
Fuck her best friends up
Cause I banged on it
Hit a hoes from the back and she sang homie
From the same man's words
From the same song, from the same song

*chorus*

This story takes place on the late night
I was on the lakefront tryin' to get some act right
You was actin' funny so I had to kick game
I said you'd be my queen I'd be your king
And things'd neva change
Now I'm just sittin there lookin at the beaver
It's hairy like Barry and it's bigger than Geneva
Something says stick my finger in so I did
Then came the two, the three, the four, the thumb
And aw shit
I just don't believe it
How can she conceive it
My fist, my wrist, bitch
You need to summer's eve it
Dush yo bush black You smell like step back
What the fuck is that oooh tuna cat
Put her out my jack fast Tell that bitch "You get no cash"
Get yo shit together shorty clean yo lil funky ass
Been alotta places, did alotta shows
Met alotta people, Fucked alotta hoes
I...

*chorus* (repeat 2x)

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