Atmosphere - Lyle Lovette Lyrics:
Hoes and tramps
Buts and sluts
Bitches tricks
Tits and butts

[Verse 1]
Bitches be dreamin for this eight inch demon
And when you hear me screamin, I`m about to free the seamen
Wipe myself off on your couch cover
If she talks any trash I`ll flash my box cutters
Cause I`m rougher than any pimp you`ve had in your life hoe
I talk soft, walk tall, carry a rifle
Kill that bulls**t cause if baby gets trifled
I`m lacing the liquor with some piss and some Lysol
Roll in a s**t-brown Lincoln, eatin` a sticky bun
Spot-check the block, big one is gonna gimme some
Cause I`m a freak, I like the girls with tattoos
I once got busy in a Burger King drive-thru
I take `em two at a time, make `em both say my name
Ain`t never had three, but best believe that I`m game
And that`s the key game, girl I fit words like scrabble
The inner-city cowboy with the thick herds of cattle
Cruisin` lake street, gene pool ridin` shotgun
Got the flyest tricky`s from the Mississippi to Boston
I`ve got a house full of porn to keep the vibe warm
The doors always open honey, come out of the storm
Yo I got daddy`s little girls, ones that always stay true
I`ve got an uptown girl she dyes her pubic hair blue
And I`ve got a bitch that lives in Kenwood, rich townhouse flavour
She travels on business I`m gettin` down with the neighbors
I got a freak that drives the bus, shows me love with free rides
One hundred hoes in St. Paul but only one from east side
Got a Bloomington bitch with a pool in her apartment
Rug burns all over from f**king her on the carpet
Got the mega-mall hoes, make them all work the food court
Yo hit me up with a chicken soft taco and a couple of Newports
Got a stripper bitch with body jewels and fake titties
And a hoe that lives in Fargo for when I escape the city

[Hook]
But my favorite one, out of all of `em, is YOUR girl
I sway the tongue never once have I been forceful
She lays it on like its a job that she loves
Who`s lips is these? the response is always slugs

[Verse 2]
The Richfield bitches freak the lip gloss and hairspray
Downtown women that like to f**k on the staircase
North side chicks, south side chicks, suburban chicks
Love to open married women up to the pervertedness
Disturbing your relationship, excuse my morals
I`m working with the way I trick `em out, silly mortals
The words I kick, the sport I play
Now what to say when I`m sittin at this buffet with these tasty morsels

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
Crusin down the street in my babies mom`s caprice
February got the windows cracked, wearin a fleece
Hit the bus depot, yo boo you kinda cute
Gimme nine and a half weeks and I`ll have that freak flippin two
Distribute and come across the ??
I know its hard being young girl, let me soothe the pain
I understand you baby, straight up I understand
Now lift up your ass so I can pull these f**kin` pants down
The only ones I don`t do is those under eighteen
Or at least I keep that s**t a secret if you know what I mean
I got sluts that love to give head, and I like to watch
The way they move their tongue up and down my...

[Outro]
Motherf**ker! I can`t believe your sittin down here
Recordin` some bulls**t like this

(Hey man it`s just a song, it`s just a song, it`s like a joke)

Oh, you wanna be a pimp eh? you better take your ass over
To that neglected girl you got there.

(Why you always trippin` on me in front....)

Motherf**ker, you got a kid, how you rhyming about some bulls**t like this?

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