Copywrite On My Dick Lyrics

It's Copywrite! Not the type to borrow I'm scheming
Shut the f___ up and listen to the following meaning
A role model for those willing to follow a demon
of one night stands of hoes willing to swallow my s____
O.H. ten. Where the f___ y'all at?
Now say 'f___ you Copy!' "f___ you Copy!!", m_________ y'all back
Wanna shoot me cuz I called your man wack
But you bear no arms, therefore can't clap
Better respect your boss and accept the loss
That I.Q. rock sets metal detectors off
You got juice? That's pulp fiction
Pick up your girl and get brain in the car like Jules and Vincent
Too fatal, unable to crash
s___s I introduce to a___ call me a pain in the a__
Buy a drink for a b____ that I think I'm a hit
Then I finger f___ her. If my finger stinks, I'm a split!

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b____! Dance to my s___!
Shake that a__ s___! Get that a__ up!
b____! Dance to my s___!
Shake that a__ like a ho! Act like you know! Come on!
b____! Dance to my s___!
If you don't suck my d___ in the club
You won't get in the club! I said
b____! Dance to this
Hands in my pants on my d___!

My crew don't give two f___s on the scene to ball
Twenty deep and two bucks between us all
We ain't come to dance we came to see you brawl
And while y'all fighting I'm taking your chains keys and all
Hoes glance, no romance. We stick c___ in 'em
Slow dance with hoes strictly to pick pocket 'em
Y'all bought the bar out, but can't be drunk
Cuz I p___ed in your brandy while y'all was dancing to, Ante Up
That ain't Cris y'all drinking
It's p___ y'all drinking
That's why you're b____ all stinking
Megahertz profile on the low while you got no style
You ain't hostile. You HOE style
All up in the V.I.P. trying to pop Cris
Meanwhile your fiancee got her face where my crotch is
Watch this. Pull out a twenty, she's topless
No telling what the b____'ll do when I empty my pockets
Trying to get her in the Hyatt to stick
If she ain't giving me p____, I ain't buying her s___
Push the tired b____ from the driver's side of my whip
Jerk off. When I see my crew, lie on my d___. Come on

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Six foot four. Skinny white kid your b____ looks for
Not cuz I'm rich but because my d___ won't fit through doors
f___ tipping a bartender. Let a bigger rap star rent 'er
I'll key his paint job and dent his car fender
Give me a straight shot of the strongest s___ in the house
Sit in the couch say "AHH" take this d___ in your mouth
What's all the b____ing about?
My mission's every b____ in sight is stripping 'em
I'm gripping your t__s and ripping 'em out
And f___ security. They don't worry me
Drinks on the house with counterfeit currency
I'm high but twenty gun packing. Nun slapping
Oh, you ran out of liquor? Better run back in
Champ war. Bending over s___s with their pants tore
But can't score since I'm throwing up on the dance floor
My mans tore the club up. Trife as f___
Tomorrow night we'll do it again, but twice as drunk
Come on

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