"Black Pussy"

My ancestors would be proud. Prod. Frederick Lyrics: Oh nooo. What's he doing? Oh nooo. I just fucked a bitch, African Black She brought her friend too, just for the sack I hit it raw, no cap Braids hanging down to her legs I grabbed a whole hand I taught her how to fuck, rolling up on her back She was kind of a prude, she wanted to hold hands I could barely fit it in And her friend was like, 'get it then' You're not really White, you're just a lightskin And I don't even really even like White women Call me a racist but I'm on strike from White women Put a fist up and turn a dyke to my woman And then lay the pipe down and wake up the whole building The Blacker the berry, the sweeter the juice And the darker the woman, the tighter the cooch I don't know what kind of nonsense they've been feeding you Norwegians too But these Black women really keep it cool And clean, no STDs, pristine On a G, Christine Tell that to your dean Ay, fucking this East Indian chick I was into it Type beats in the back I found a rhythm with that ass She like, 'do you dance?' These women really rubbing off on me, I think I smell like shea and cocoa butter, I stink Uh, big Beef, fuck her til she queefs Fuck her til past 3, like 'bitch stop screaming' And they're coming so hard, it gets creamy Like 'how many squirters are there out there Or is it just me?' Oh, I'm the freak I'm the beast, I'm the peace I'm the freak, I'm the freak, I'm the freak I'm fucking this lightskin She thinks I'm a nice man Big lips, big kiss, muah She's a star She said I'm like a LIbra how I hit it Bitch, this ain't no gimmick She's always trying to switch positions These women always trying to win the session And make a memory How could I forget it? We have a connection She's like, 'don't touch my hair' Babe, I am not a bear Don't be scared Stand here, lay there Straight player All that twerking got me working for it It gives me purpose and it's worth for me In my bedroom, it's a circus homie She's like, 'finish soon, jerk it homie' She got church this morning Then she throat it like a perc 40 Two hands on me, like she searched me for it Perfect form Now, who dis? One of my students Calls from out in the boonies Rolling around my porch, about to lose it She heard about me from her friend Now she wanna do it Racism, screw it She loves my bass voice and the shoesies Seen this kind of love in the movies She heard I'm a nice guy and she want me to prove it Eat that bread pudding Eat it up, eat it up Eat it up, eat it up