Saafir The Saucee Nomad - Songtexte

Boxcar Sessions - Album

Worship The "d"

Now I'm takin' my shroud and I'm

puttin'

It on my head not even a semi fraud

More like a demigod in bed post

I be hostin' a buck fifty is the rate

So the shower comes late. They call

Me get 'em sick 'cause I be fillin'

'Em wit dick. So I get a dance and a

Candle 'cause I got handles. When I

Drop a load in the cock block this if

You can. They try 'cause they see

that

I'm the mutha fuckin' man.

Demanding

The dick, commanding the bitch to do

my bidding, I'm not kidding when it

comes

To rockin' the cradles cat. I don't jock

Brats. Let's use the synonym of gats

They play with 22's, I'm like an h-k

Double M caliber, when I'm in the

trim

Stabbin' the guts like a butcher. Put

Ya in a trance. Watch me hump you.

I got muscles in my ass so I hump

fast

At last the eyes meet mine, within her

Abyss I see concepts for the rhyme.

Dimes

Will be dropped definitely when I see

You, about how you served the

hobos the

Butt like EU, leave you to me in two

Or three weeks I'll have you whole

wells

Fargo cargo. I know fools who be

sellin'

It, that's why niggas like me is damn

near

Celibate. So the next time she puts

in an

Order, even if it's a lick, tell her to bob

Twice and worship the dick

I got a rep, ah, like salt 'n' pepa

'cause

I'll push definitely my nuts will please

Like the aborigines, I'm from the

bush

From the land down under the

asshole.

I mash ho's into potatoes. I love to

break

A fake ho and then make her over.

Shit,

I'll do Sybill, I'll make the hips swivel

And swerve. I'm licking every curve

till

They're sprung on my tongue. I won't

Get caught down in the vault 'cause

my

Lungs help me catch wreck. Yeah

baby

I'm nasty, but I'm not gonna tell you

what

I'll do, "cause you'll lose reality, you'll

Be acting under the age of 2, like

goo-goo,

Loo-loo, yes daddy, fuck me honey,

like

I owe you money. Gotcha girl, now

you'll

Spread the word and tell ya friends

on

The low and lady if you try to play me

Then I'll take your dough. I'll keep the

Style simple, so I won't lose you,

ho's.

I'll bruise you in between the thighs,

if you're

Lookin' for the high, I won't be the

syringe

For the binge. They want me to hit

the crack

Like a dope fiend. It's all good,

but I hope

You're clean. 'Cause if you're not

then you'll rot. Cause ah...Saafir

won't tell you if

Your shit smell like shit. From 10

paces

Back you'll be worshippin' the dick.

A true blue collar, when I'm hollerin' a

Point. They wanna fade blunts,

so I can

Play the cunts. I'm like hunts - slow &

thick

I'm so raw they've got alters for my

shit

And a little incense lit, of course.

Short on

Cash, don't trip 'cause Saafir will fuck

for

Fits. They make pit stops so I can

tune-up

the cock, brakes are free, but rape, it

Ain't me. Can u dig it? I don't wanna

serve

It if the bitch don't wanna give it. I'm

Like ribbit - leap to the next freak,

why

Test the ho, I might get lucky and

fuck

Me a bisexual. No discrimination as

long

As I'm facin' the guts, and not some

under

Cover nigga wit some undercover

nuts

Before you bow down to Saafir I

wanna see if ya

Shit gotta spill, 'cause if not you'll

catch a

Clip - you'll go out.

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