I'll Say Anything - Devin the Dude

Aye aye aye

¿Que paso?

Aye, you know, doin' my thing

Uno, dos, tres, cuatro…

¿Tu quiero el grande verga from the chocolaté vato?

A lot of my partnas, they say I look like Ralo

I beat the pussy up, as if I was Héctor Camacho

Snatch a bitch cheese from her taco

Tell her I’m head honcho.

Me need me dinero, pronto

On my huevos, she like cilantro

She’s kinda weird, so I dropped her ass off on Montrose

And there I saw some plump hoes, and I saw some skinny bitches

Both sellin' they pussy, I be penny pinchin'

Got no time for dick itchin', bitch get in the kitchen

And whip somethin' up, but a dick she’d rather suck…

For a buck or two, who the fuck are you tellin' her to stop it?

I don’t buy cock bitch, you got weed?

I’ll cop it

Go 'head and twerk it in my bitch

Later on I’ll get it wet and sloppy, heh, 'cause I be…

I be on some pimp type stuff

I’ll say anything to get a bitch to lick my nuts

Be on some pimp type stuff

And you know me, I got the weed

Come on, let’s get high, brah

The homie eighty-sixed me sayin' shits and giggles

I be sayin' shit to get my bits and kibbles

Or Kibbles 'n Bits, nipples and tits

Back in the days, yeah my waves had the ripple effect

I’ll rip off your neck, if you come fuckin' with me

'cause ya gal lickin' my balls and suckin' my D

It’s rough in the streets, so I just leave 'em alone

If I do some dirt, it might be in the woods back home

Where it’s peaceful at.

And the Sweets are fat

Back in the black Cadillac, with the beat in the back

With a freak rubbin' my sack, just to get my night started

Got my pipe hardened, she say she might record it…

At the party where we goin' later on

She play with my bone to her favorite song

She asked if I would try new things

Took some Cialis and I gave the bitch some Biotène.

Heh

I roll cigars like I’m Cuban.

Serve you a Rick Rubin

Richard on rye, dick sandwich, get to chewin'

Dude just wanted some head from the stone-cold freak

She said without bread, she don’t want no meat

But I can’t give you no bread, not even a end-piece

Buyin' pussy kinda trendy, but bitch, it offends me

Oh yo, that’s your dame brah?

Sure you wanna claim her?

Nigga, smell my finger, just got through stirrin' that thang up

O.G.

rap singer, with the gift o' gab

Old school type lyrics, like that shit right there

And your bitch might stare, when I walk in the place

Imagine me pullin' up, shootin' balls in her face

I should call it a day, 'cause I’m old an' I’m tired

But long as bitches exist and these hoes on Live

I’m a ride, hit 'em with the old musket

Get the duck sick, and hopefully get both nuts licked (nuts licked).

Ha ha