I'm gon' skip the chorus, and get straight to the point
Connect the Wi-Fi, unzip my pants and light a blunt
Dick long as a paragraph, cuz I beat the pussy like a typewriter
Try to smoke a blunt, she said nah, I can't get no higher
Finger roll the pussy like Iverson, keep her moaning all night
My shit hard is a loaf of bread, left open from last night
Damn right I laid plumber pipe, and leave her sleep til' Sunday night
Niggas who hate this song, eat the bitch all night
Why you think she's in the street at 2 am, trying to fight
But always in the end, that bitch just ain't my type
Circumcised elephant trunk, I see a fine ass zookeeper
Cheetah print capris, looking like mia khalifa
Bend over and arch your back, throw your legs behind your head
Her legs went to shakin', and floated off the bed
Never lied on my dick, you can ask your sister and mama
Both of them went vegan, and suck the healthy cucumber
Surgical tech, police chick and a teacher too
"Dick-Her- Down- Professional", but my music make her more sexual
Paranoia, hallucinations and anger considered side effects
I'm 6'5 and smooth as hell, what else would you expect
I can back up to talking, grab your bitch and keep on walkin
Voicemails and texts, now she graduated to stalkin
When you get home, she smell like weed, half naked playing etg
Eatin' a bag of chips n' ain't no dinner, don't look at me
I can't be her Superman, but she can call me punisher
"Fifty Shades of Gray", cup of Lean and a swisher
I got a tongue like Twista, have you twisted up like twister
F*ck is wrong wit' you niggas, kissin' bitches wit' blisters
Twin sisters into photography, always taking pictures
My schlong and "Go Pro", I need a collage of pictures
Stampede up at your crib, no Jumanji wit' all your shit
In a camo fit with a bad bitch, big tits who love elephants
Dick bust out the rubber, oh I might be in trouble
If my dick long is this song, then these bitches in trouble
I beat the pussy like Kimbo, heard the bitch a nympho
Pass her to my kinfolk, next heavy walk with a limp though
When I pull out she got hiccups, avalanche down her chest
$5 footlong, she eat fresh dick sandwiches
She float like a butterfly, I sting and buzz like a bee
I can smell the coochie like a hammerhead, from 90 ft
Dick come wit' a gold tip, here's a napkin wipe ya' lip
Fire ass pussy, grab my water hose and killed it quick
Lady Luck got pregnant, Maury I hope the baby is mine
F*ck the bitch like T-Mobile, but keep comin' back every time
I need a motion picture, pornography opening
Flag me in like a airplane on a runway, I'm captain dick
ExactoBeats - Elephant Man Lyrics
ExactoBeats - Elephant Man Lyrics
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I'm gon' skip the chorus, and get straight to the point
Connect the Wi-Fi, unzip my pants and light a blunt
Dick long as a paragraph, cuz I beat the pussy like a typewriter
Try to smoke a blunt, she said nah, I can't get no higher
Finger roll the pussy like Iverson, keep her moaning all night
My shit hard is a loaf of bread, left open from last night
Damn right I laid plumber pipe, and leave her sleep til' Sunday night
Niggas who hate this song, eat the bitch all night
Why you think she's in the street at 2 am, trying to fight
But always in the end, that bitch just ain't my type
Circumcised elephant trunk, I see a fine ass zookeeper
Cheetah print capris, looking like mia khalifa
Bend over and arch your back, throw your legs behind your head
Her legs went to shakin', and floated off the bed
Never lied on my dick, you can ask your sister and mama
Both of them went vegan, and suck the healthy cucumber
Surgical tech, police chick and a teacher too
"Dick-Her- Down- Professional", but my music make her more sexual
Paranoia, hallucinations and anger considered side effects
I'm 6'5 and smooth as hell, what else would you expect
I can back up to talking, grab your bitch and keep on walkin
Voicemails and texts, now she graduated to stalkin
When you get home, she smell like weed, half naked playing etg
Eatin' a bag of chips n' ain't no dinner, don't look at me
I can't be her Superman, but she can call me punisher
"Fifty Shades of Gray", cup of Lean and a swisher
I got a tongue like Twista, have you twisted up like twister
F*ck is wrong wit' you niggas, kissin' bitches wit' blisters
Twin sisters into photography, always taking pictures
My schlong and "Go Pro", I need a collage of pictures
Stampede up at your crib, no Jumanji wit' all your shit
In a camo fit with a bad bitch, big tits who love elephants
Dick bust out the rubber, oh I might be in trouble
If my dick long is this song, then these bitches in trouble
I beat the pussy like Kimbo, heard the bitch a nympho
Pass her to my kinfolk, next heavy walk with a limp though
When I pull out she got hiccups, avalanche down her chest
$5 footlong, she eat fresh dick sandwiches
She float like a butterfly, I sting and buzz like a bee
I can smell the coochie like a hammerhead, from 90 ft
Dick come wit' a gold tip, here's a napkin wipe ya' lip
Fire ass pussy, grab my water hose and killed it quick
Lady Luck got pregnant, Maury I hope the baby is mine
F*ck the bitch like T-Mobile, but keep comin' back every time
I need a motion picture, pornography opening
Flag me in like a airplane on a runway, I'm captain dick
Connect the Wi-Fi, unzip my pants and light a blunt
Dick long as a paragraph, cuz I beat the pussy like a typewriter
Try to smoke a blunt, she said nah, I can't get no higher
Finger roll the pussy like Iverson, keep her moaning all night
My shit hard is a loaf of bread, left open from last night
Damn right I laid plumber pipe, and leave her sleep til' Sunday night
Niggas who hate this song, eat the bitch all night
Why you think she's in the street at 2 am, trying to fight
But always in the end, that bitch just ain't my type
Circumcised elephant trunk, I see a fine ass zookeeper
Cheetah print capris, looking like mia khalifa
Bend over and arch your back, throw your legs behind your head
Her legs went to shakin', and floated off the bed
Never lied on my dick, you can ask your sister and mama
Both of them went vegan, and suck the healthy cucumber
Surgical tech, police chick and a teacher too
"Dick-Her- Down- Professional", but my music make her more sexual
Paranoia, hallucinations and anger considered side effects
I'm 6'5 and smooth as hell, what else would you expect
I can back up to talking, grab your bitch and keep on walkin
Voicemails and texts, now she graduated to stalkin
When you get home, she smell like weed, half naked playing etg
Eatin' a bag of chips n' ain't no dinner, don't look at me
I can't be her Superman, but she can call me punisher
"Fifty Shades of Gray", cup of Lean and a swisher
I got a tongue like Twista, have you twisted up like twister
F*ck is wrong wit' you niggas, kissin' bitches wit' blisters
Twin sisters into photography, always taking pictures
My schlong and "Go Pro", I need a collage of pictures
Stampede up at your crib, no Jumanji wit' all your shit
In a camo fit with a bad bitch, big tits who love elephants
Dick bust out the rubber, oh I might be in trouble
If my dick long is this song, then these bitches in trouble
I beat the pussy like Kimbo, heard the bitch a nympho
Pass her to my kinfolk, next heavy walk with a limp though
When I pull out she got hiccups, avalanche down her chest
$5 footlong, she eat fresh dick sandwiches
She float like a butterfly, I sting and buzz like a bee
I can smell the coochie like a hammerhead, from 90 ft
Dick come wit' a gold tip, here's a napkin wipe ya' lip
Fire ass pussy, grab my water hose and killed it quick
Lady Luck got pregnant, Maury I hope the baby is mine
F*ck the bitch like T-Mobile, but keep comin' back every time
I need a motion picture, pornography opening
Flag me in like a airplane on a runway, I'm captain dick
Writer: Stephen Smith
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid
Copyright: Lyrics © O/B/O DistroKid