b*tches On My di*k lyrics

[Excerpt from "Pulp Fiction"]
Jules: What does Marsellus Wallace look like?
Brett: What?
Jules: What country are you from?
Brett: What?
Jules: "What" ain't no country I heard of. Do they speak English in "What?"
Brett: What?
Jules: English motherf*cker do you speak it?
Brett: Yes
Jules: Then you know what I'm sayin'?
Brett: Yes
Jules: Describe what Marsellus Wallace looks like!
Brett: What?
Jules: Say "What" again! Say "What" again! I dare ya, I double dare ya motherf*cker, say "What" one more goddamn time!
Brett: Well he's... he's... black
Jules: go on!
Brett: ...and he's... he's... bald
Jules: Does he look like a b*tch?!
Brett: What?
*Bang*
Jules: Yes ya did Brett. Ya tried ta f*ck 'im. You ever read the Bible, Brett?

[Intro: KiD Trunks]
Ayy, [?]
Ayy, [?]
[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]
Okay, I don't wanna f*ck another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that sh*t go blow
Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe
Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo
Your b*tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Okay, I don't wanna f*ck another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that sh*t go blow
Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe
Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo

[Post Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]
Your b*tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
Your b*tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
Your b*tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
Your b*tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
Ayy, ayy
Ya dig

[Verse: KiD TRUNKS & Lil Wop]
I smoke great, I drove interstate
In a diamond plate, It's ok
I know you a snake, I spray it in your face
Smokin' gas, I smokin' all that gas, straight to my face
Pour a four in my yellow Fanta drink, go to space
Ya dig
Outer space, in a UFO with my k
My hoes ain't straight, they all gay
They all go both ways
Pop a perc, in a daze, I can't feel my face
Off the drank, almost crashed on the interstate
That bit' count my cake, my maid
Leave your b*tch around, the Wopster that b*tch gettin' slayed
I smoke all the weed and dope
Got lean, got pus*y, got more (I got pneumonia)
Off the top, my wrist stay froze
'Bout time pus*y wet no coat
pus*y wet like a motherf*ckin' ocean
Sippin' lean like just motherf*ckin' potion
All you motherf*ckers soft like lotion
Takin' lessons like a motherf*ckin' soldier, soldier
But we know you is a poser
Talkin' that sh*t get you folded
Bring your ass out here like lotion
Ya dig
Ayy
Beef, we ain't with the Twitter beef
Pulled up your block and we eat
Get them choppas out and sweep
Ay, we don't ride di*k
Got the draco on the scene
My n*ggas runnin' for me
My n*ggas shootin' for free
Your b*tch got me face, my di*k all down her throat
I beat up the pus*y so wet I could float
When you come to my house leave your shoes at the door
When I'm done with that b*tch, I call her friend and she go
[Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]
Okay, I don't wanna f*ck another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that sh*t go blow
Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe
Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo
Your b*tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
Ayy, ayy
Ayy, ayy
Okay, I don't wanna f*ck another hoe, 4-5 in your mouth that sh*t go blow
Diamonds on my feet, Michael J tip toe
Smokin' on gas, but it ain't cigo
Your b*tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze

[Post-Chorus: KiD TRUNKS]
Your b*tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
Your b*tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
Your b*tch anemic everyday, my wrist froze
Ayy, ayy
Ya dig