paroles de chanson Do You Want It - Killah Priest
[Killah
Priest]
Whiny,
whiny
Uh,
yeah,
turn
it
up
There
you
go
Ladies,
yo
Legs,
y'all
know
I
like
dem
White
or
black
or
light
skinned
Chinese,
big
or
tiny
Right
between
the
legs
is
where
you
find
me
In
the
bed,
gettin
mad
head
Hit
it
from
the
back,
made
her
bite
up
on
the
spread
Grabbin
pillows,
yo
ass
right
in
the
middle
She
gets
excited,
and
calfs
start
to
tremble
I
rough
ride
her,
when
my
dick
up
inside
her
Have
em
buggin
out
and
actin
all
retarded
'Damn,
Priest,
look
what
you
started'
(Hush)
Lemme
finish
my
job
then
Roll
over,
roll
one,
I'm
sober
Come
back
to
the
bed
with
a
snicker
and
a
soda
Was
it
good?
(Hmm)
Well
that's
what
I
told
ya
Was
it
hood?
(Hmm)
From
the
bed
to
the
sofa
[Chorus:
Woman
Voice
(Killah
in
CAPS)]
Do
you
want
me?
(YEAH)
If
you
had
me
would
you
freak
me?
(YEAH)
Do
you
wanna
feel
me
deeply?
(HELL
YEAH)
Then
come
here
and
give
it
to
me
(UH
HUH,
UH
HUH)
Do
you
want
me?
(YEAH)
If
you
had
me
would
you
freak
me?
(YEAH)
Do
you
wanna
feel
me
deeply?
(HELL
YEAH)
Then
come
on
and
put
it
in
me
(UH
HUH,
UH
HUH)
[Killah
Priest]
I
love
fat
hips,
full
lips
and
thick
thighs
Now
ladies,
take
down
my
dick
size
About
that
long,
or
maybe
this
wide
She
says
she
love
the
way
that
it
fits
inside
Have
em
catchin
fits,
throwin
up
gang
signs
Old
school
cat,
hit
em
off
Saint
Ives
Talking
in
tounge
til
the
bitches
go
blind
Slow
down
baby,
bout
to
lose
yo
mind
Now,
I
lick
on
breasts,
the
honeys
impressed
Talk
about
sex
til
we
both
undressed
Til
she's
in
bed,
tryna
put
me
to
the
test
Then
I
beat
upon
that
flesh
to
put
her
ass
to
rest
I
can,
go
for
hours,
control
my
power
This
position
is
called
the
lotus
flower
Now
the
chick
is
strung,
like
the
way
that
I'm
hung
Cause
I
could
drive
it
like
a
slave
all
the
way
to
her
lungs
Aaaaahhh
[Chorus]
[Killah
Priest]
Hold
up
ladies,
lemme
tell
y'all
one
thing
G
strings
and
I
like
that
tongue
ring
You
really
freaky,
come
over
and
freak
me
Get
on
top,
you
all
hot
and
leaky
Oh
you
need
me,
know
how
to
please
me
You
just
like
the
way
the
ring
is
on
the
pinky
Calling
me
daddy,
talkin
all
trashy
I'm
into
that
fatty,
bring
that
wagweed
I
pulled
that
hair,
put
that
there
Put
those
up
there,
lets
use
that
chair
Bring
those
fruits
out,
I
got
ideas
Belly
to
belly,
hands
cuffed
under
that
jelly
Split
that
muff
and
disrupt
the
tele
Damn
girl,
you
got
a
six
pack
Small
pack,
honey
sit
back
I'ma
freak
ya
like
'How
you
did
that?'
[Chorus
x2]
[Fade]
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