Too $hort - Don't Fight the Feelin' ft. Rappin' 4-Tay (Lyrics)

Too $hort - Don't Fight the Feelin' ft. Rappin' 4-Tay (Lyrics)

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Lyrics:

Say ho Yeah you Can I ask you a question? You like to fuck? Oh, you don’t want me to talk to you like that? Would you like to make love?

I saw you walking down the street, and I had to stop Turn up the radio and drop the top I see you look so good, and you’re so fine Young tender, would you be mine I get you in my car, drive you to my house Cuz I’m a mack, I cold turn you out I won't ask, and I sure won’t beg Reach right over and rub your leg I let my hand slide between your miniskirt Slip a finger in your panties, straight go to work What time is it? Don’t watch the clock Lay back baby doll and I’ll rock the cock Funky Fresh I am, and I always can, Freak Nasty I’m the man I take you out to the finest restaurant Buy you any damn thing that you want You want flowers? I’ll buy your ass a rose But later on you’re coming off with them pantyhose You want gold, girl what’s next Its me and you, doing the sex So now you know I’m just a freak Give it up baby, I can’t wait two weeks I want it all, Don’t say I won't Get it girl, now I’m telling you don’t

Nigga please, you provoke no feeling You must of forgot, the girls of whom you're dealing We haven't the urge, to get busy Like those dizy lizys, who used to dance for you, your through I can't put it more blunt, your vocab is restricted You're addicted, to the words you inflicted Time after time, line after line Talking bout the bitches that are on your mind Do they call you $hort because of your height or your width? Diss me boy, I'll hang your balls from a cliff Wrapped around a slinky, your a dinky It's an easy task, to the corner cause the curb didn't want your ass Your name is yuck mouth, you don't brush Gotta cover your mouth like this They call you yuck mouth You refuse to brush, no sweetheart you can keep that kiss Your a freak with no tale You have no ass, class, you can't pass, your simply trash Your a typical nigga, the kind you don't take home This is Entyce and Barbie from the Danger Zone Like a short dogg that carries fleas You make my ass itch, twitch, don't you wish you could scratch it And grab it like you want it The name fits cause your all up on it...

Get mad if you want, I won't front When it's time to hump, won't be no punk Roll your ass over and tap the butt Too $hort baby all in them guts I'm not your ABC, from the alphabet Every letter I'll write'll get your pussy wet It's just a freaky note, from me to you At the bottom I signed it Playboy II I'm a player, bitch, I thought you knew Like every other nigga in my crew I bump hoes, now it's your turn Tell me young tender when will you learn I cold mack like pimps you know Won't sell you dope or sell you blow Just your average everyday straight bump up bitch My gold rings come from spitz Look baby, You know what I want Your acting like it's that time of the month Are you bleeding, can't think about sex Irritated by your Kotex We don't need to kiss, we don't have to fuck I'll pull out my dick bitch, you can suck Now here, don't say I won't Get it girl, now I'm telling you don't...

Punk I'm not a tease, I'm not a skeezer And most definately, not a dick pleaser You dreaming, and scheaming, and fiending for my lust You don't have enough, for you I feel disgust Wait, small thing I hate For goodness sakes, if I wanted someone small I would masturbate I'm not talking 'bout your height, weight, or what you dream When I say too short, you know what I mean You see, I need man, not a boy to approach me Your lame game, really insults me Your name is Too $hort, or shall I say too skinny If size were money honey, you wouldn't have a penny Little boy, your not a player I'm your savior To try to get at me shows audacious behavior I've got to sit on my feet to come down to your level Your mother should have hung you, from her umbilical cord If she would have known your mission Okay little boy, here's a proposition You wanna bit of danger, Step into my zone You call yourself a dogg, thatz how I'll send you home With your tail between your legs, screeching and whining Dare to say you got some? Nigga please your lying Cause to fight the feeling, there would have to be one And mathmatically, me plus you equals none...

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