Dump (Explicit)

Dump (Explicit) - Berner/Mac Dre

This b**ch is steady jocking

Shes begging me to kick it

She's all on my dick and

I know she want to lick it

She's Wicked I stick it

Right between her lips

The ones on her face and

The ones between her hips

I dips and slips she f**ks then sucks

She riding on my dick

While she's holding on my nuts

Loving how I treat her

Mad cause I won't eat her

But when I'm lunch she's happy

She's loving how I geeta

That first time was cool

Then I had too slow up

First I turned her out because

Now she tore up from the floor up

But know what So What

Girl find another

Think I'll try this potent

Maccing mouthpiece on your mother

Serve it to a mama

She's eatin up my drama

She's smarter than her daughter

Cause she can tell that I am

Mac about his money

Baby was no dummy

I slipped up and tripped up

And put one in her tummy

Couldn't take my dick out

This b**ch thick portioned

Now she's in the clinic

Having an abortion

She says that she too old for kids

And I agree

Quickly took heed on the time

She didn't bleed

Now every time I bash it

I use a prophylactic

Baby got to jocking and shake moving drastic

Had to let her catch me with her chink

Friend Su Chang

Ooo she caught us f**king

And turned it to a group thing

I do things new things

That we do throughout the night

Never knew the chink hop

Would ever be this tight

Had to do this right

Cause I just owned this mic

Beater started something

To keep my pockets tight

Lace em for a week

Then I play the broke road

Two weeks later

They had my pockets so swoll

The whole stroll was oh so

Popping when I hit it

Trips who's getting wit it

Listen While I spit it

Bern break b**ches for mucho guapo Shhhh

Salute El Chapo

I party all night on the beach in Hacko

Lost 20 Grand on the tables in Tahoe

Smooth operator I Don't rock no gator

Jeas on my feet Hot shell for the hater

Make a b**ch choose

Take her out a small town

40 cal long round make em all fall down

It's the B A Y we don't aim for the sky

I put a grow room in every crib that I buy

Still get my hands Dirty

The whole thing cost 30

Coke so clean Look so pearly

Yeah I let it grow out

I never pull early

Young guys die with my cutthroat furly

Packs in the trunk I got weight for sale

No banks please no paper trail

I put 8 in the mail

I hope it make it there

A M G I'm a race you there

Don't hate the player

But my mouthpiece crazy

Talk the b**ch out of 80

Baby girl don't play me Uhh

Big bag smoke good where the lean at

Pop two Xans take a wing nap

Still right here where the cream at

Where the city

Where the b**ch and the v at

Man this sh*t got me all lazy

In a new Mercedes with two fly ladies

Coke plug show a broke b**ch no love

Might slide in it with no glove

Hold up bundle so thick it don't fold up

Rolled up smoke on stuff

I'm a stoner

W**d head from the SF City

Where my buds so good

And my chain so pretty Boy