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Three 6 Mafia - Da First Date Lyrics

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Da First Date
By Three Six Mafia
 
Intro
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good)
Man:So whats up with you right now?
Girl: What you mean what's up with me? Whats up with you?
Man: I'm trying to find out what you want to do
Girl:I think I need to go home chill out, relax
Man: I think you need to go with me and lay down and relax with me
Girl: Naw it's too early for that
Man: Too early? I been thinking about it for a long time
Girl: But I just met you I don't do that...on the first date
Man: Been with a man you should have been doing it girl, what's wrong with
You?
Girl: What's wrong with you? You ain't gettin none
 
-DJ Paul-
The shit started off real well
Real swell the bitch was talking lovely
She got me scooping her from the crib say around 8:30
It'll be my first time hitting this bitch I gotta work
I call me nigga Big L for about two ounces to serve
I jumped in some kinda fresh smelling like is it me
I'm thinking I know I'm anxious this bitch is beeping me
This one right here is too wheezy I'm damn near scared of that
But I'ma let you boys know when I take care of that
I'm pulling up to the crib lights out
I hit her Nextel celli tell her to come on out
Stepping up out of the crib sexy looking bad as hell
I'm knowing goddamn well I'm bout to get in that tail
So we pulled out first stop J&S liquor store
Don't you play no games young boy you know that's where I gotta go
She talking about going to my crib but that ain't trying to happen
I changed the subject poured another cup and I kept on yapping
Jumped on the title of sex hoping the hoe peeps game
Hickeys all over her neck so I know she got a man
I'm coming out can we fuck? I'm on my period
Bitch the lies
So I dropped the trick off at the first stop sign
And I'ma holla hoe
 
Chorus
 
My conversates
I'm trying to fuck on the first date
Weaving all on that oil but still you hesitate
I'm wasting time with this funk ass bitch
Riding round with this drunk ass bitch
Hoe let it bump
 
-Juicy J-
Chicken chicken
Don't be tripping
When I'm bout to spit this pimping
Stacking cheese and counting up easy cause you know I'm into winning
Heard your niggas like a pigeon
Punk ass faggots always switching
See that Lexus that he ride in
I got that strapped on my wrist'n
Come on hoe and stop the fronting
Keep my dick from jumping jumping
Take a shot of fifths and liquor
But I can't be buying nothing
Where I'm from I can't be saving
Cause I'm just to cheap for paying
Can't be hanging drinking drinking
With this guru what a behavior (moan)
Bout to ball the troops to college
Watching haters ow they be falling
Looking for the freaky freakys
That be chewing the dick and swallowing
We can take a short'n riding
Through the cut to reach your housing
We can ride down to the river
While you work on using your mouth'n
Everybody know you going
Bet you probably saying oh no'n
Then I'm gonna teach you lessons
Stranglin all to death and rowing
And your sister know she with it
Cause she let me nigga hit it
Then she get the licking licking
Then you have to pay to quit it
 
(Chorus (x2)
 
-Lord Infamous-
Bitch I don't wanna just hold hands
And listen to slow jams
I'm not with that romance
Or candle light slow dance
Hoe won't you take a chance?
Ain't like you ain't fucked before
Come out those tight ass pants
Stop thinking that I won't call no more
Don't listen to the rumors that Lord will school ya and slide
You wanna wine and dine
But don't wanna bump and grind
There's plenty hoes that wanna bone
So next time we don't get it on
The next time you phone
You gets a dial tone bitch
 
-Koopsta Knicca-
There's many bitches that's fine as fuck
Tell me how many dicks that they done sucked? (say what?)
Them pretty bitches that like to suck
No telling, tell me how many niggas they done fucked? (say what?)
One to the honey bitch over in the corner
Two to the bitch on the porch
Take 'em to the bathroom
Dick them in the fucking moon
Make 'em 'til their toes rub on this side fuck
What the fuck you want though?
Could it be my back room door wide open
Naw you know that'd make me mad
The cheese in my pocket please for the head on the dash
Koopsta Knicca sleeping on the bitch on the weekend weekend
 
Chorus (2x)
 
-DJ Paul-
Hoe get up out my shit
Ugly bitch I aint wanna fuck your little stanking ass anyway bitch
Only reason I man motherfucking
Man took your motherfucking ass and babysitted you all night bitch
Cause my nigga was trying to fuck you
Motherfucking dike ass greedy little ugly drunk
Stanking breath ass bitch
Cigarette smoking ass hoe
Get the fuck up out my car bitch
(Tastes good, tastes good, tastes good...)
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Three 6 Mafia - Rainbow Colors Lyrics

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(Chorus)
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed)
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed)
 
(Verse One: Lil' Flip)
Sippin on syrup cause I love to lean
I'm high as fuck cause I'm puffin green
And I got more enfedimines then Eckers and Walgreens
I get high, as I park my, park my drop on the curb
I'm smokin on that blueberry yeah I gots that good herb
And when you come to H-town just hit me on the phone (Hello)
And I'ma come and pick yall up and we gone smoke and zone (Where yall at)
Cause you know I got that good weed and I got that purple drank
Its one twenty for an eighth and two forty for a pint
I got money in the bank so I ball like that
Got 20's on my car, on my car like that
Hit them all like that we ball like that
I'll fuck yo hoe and wont call her back
That's how we do it baby
I gotta keep it real
Oops my bad I'm like bumby I gotta keep it trill
And I dont pop no pills
I drop, I drop my trunk
So you can see my neon light and hear them speakers bump (Boom-Boom)
They call me Lil' Flip (Lil' Flip) I'm leanin to the left
I'm like the yin-yang twin, sippin this sippin this syrup by myself
 
(Chorus)
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed)
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed)
 
(Verse Two: DJ Paul)
I'm zoned up and seein double
Plus everything that I seein is already double
So that's like four of you motherfuckers
I'm leanin like I'm standin in a muddle puddle
And berry, berry, got me wantin a hashbrown ounce this ounce this huddle
I let the seat back in my lac and take another sip
Then screw the top off of my bottle take this blunt and dip
Off in the syrup, my nigga ask me help me, help me for
I said you really wanna get high then this here will serve
What them girls really know about that yellow tuss, tuss
Or them rainbow colors all mixed in a cup
Thatll make your dick hard when you ready to fuck
I bet your momma told you bitch you better not fuck wit us
We some cool type niggaz, all we do is smoke
And we sip on syrup, sittin on the front porch
Till we get real dizzy fall down on the floor
And if I get myself dippin, dippin on somemore
 
(Chorus)
I got them rainbow colors in my cup
Jollyranchers man that shit be good as fuck
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (Gettin Blowed)
That's that syrup motherfucker that's that syrup (I'm Blowed)
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