Take Em' Off - Bushwick Bill

I like a bitch with a motherfuckin big ass

The kind you bounce on and end up with a whiplash

When it’s bent over Bushwick Bill is in quick fast

Makin that, nasty noise, somethin like splish splash

Get another jimmy, and then I’ll work it real fast

As you can see, I handle hoes like a dish rag

I never liked to kiss a bitch, rather lie and diss a bitch

Boo I got the flu, but if you wanna kiss a dick

Say that then, come down and see the special man

I’ll be waitin with my king-size dick in hand

Come through my window, ass first

I’ma let you have it, I’m gonna grab it, I’m gonna stab it

Like a rabbit I’m drivin that fuckin pole

Turn you around and I’m inside that suction hole

Back and forth in the hotel, if we on the back road

In the backseat, bitch off wit’cha clothes

Bitch you just let those high heels fly

Off came the shirt, I felt my dick get hard

Because her so-called bra fits her tits like a wristband

Pulled down my pants, it’s time to let the dick stand

I’ma play the hit man, you can play the victim

Make the skirt drop bitch, take the wristband with 'em

Now we at the good part, before my dick gets soft

I wanna hit the gluttimus, uterus, bitch take 'em off

Take 'em off, take 'em off

Take your motherfuckin drawers off, bitch!

Take 'em off, take 'em off

Take your motherfuckin drawers off, bitch!

7th Ward niggas come with two hardheads

One called a dome, one at my mosshead

Keep in my pants but when you dance like dat

You make my second hard head need a hi-hat

Because now it’s at full extension

With one eye open, lookin for a trench

When influenced with my 40 and my mally oh lordy

I’m goin after every pussy poppin in the party

Now you can be fat, fine, ugly or skinny

Just take your motherfuckin drawers off, bitch gimme

(Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?)

Put your booty in the air bitch, I’ma make it clap

(Where they at? Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?)

Spread your legs wide open, bitch I’ma break your back

Don’t tell me you a virgin, bitch I ain’tcha fuckin dummy

Cause if I give you money you’ll be fuckin like a bunny

But sorry ol' honey ain’t sweet enough for these dollars

So put your chapstick on and hit your knees, swallow

And then I’ma make you holla when I hit the back fender

Shake it up, shake it up like a shake in the blender

So if you want that salad tossed

Make it happen you big booty bitch take your motherfuckin drawers off

Ahhhh, yeah that’s right

Ask the king Lil' James, Big Chief and ol' Bido One

We don’t go for the okey-doke

I Rap-A-Lot since I was a tot

So take 'em off you big booty skanless bitch