Beat It Up Lyrics - Big Money Heavyweight - Big Tymers

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy 

Beat it up, beat it up 

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy 

Beat it up, beat it up 

You know you want this pussy 

Sure do 

You know you want this pussy 

It's true 

You know you want this pussy 

Bring it on 

You know you want this pussy 

And I'm gone 

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With so much pussy on the city streets 

It's kinda hard for a pimp keepin' up with these freaks 

But I tracks em' down, backs em' down, bustin' they guts 

Leave pussy so gushi, overflowin' with nuts 

I'm a hellified, superfied, pickle slingin' mack 

Dick like a stick breaking off in your back 

It's explicit when I gets it baby all night long 

Knock your head against the bead till the insides gone 

Give you big long wood, beat it real good 

I ain't your man, I ain't Stan, but I wish I could 

An hour in the shower, then on top of the dresser 

Then the bed, give me head, and then I'm a letcha 

Ride that pole, make you say, oh 

The sex is incredible, the dick is like woah 

Cussin', lustin', bout to get a nut when she looked at me 

And said 

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Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy 

Beat it up, beat it up 

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy 

Beat it up, beat it up 

You know you want this pussy 

Sure do 

You know you want this pussy 

It's true 

You know you want this pussy 

Bring it on 

You know you want this pussy 

And I'm gone 

I come with, TV's and DVD's in the cars, and I 

Pack a big dick down in the drawers 

I'm the neighborhood pickle slinger, pain bringer 

Super sick big dick, nasty ass rap singer 

Do it baby, stick it baby, do it baby, get it 

Make that ass clap every time that I hit it 

Now all I need, is liquor and weed 

Two dyke bitches straight down to get G's 

See I got it up, gotta hit it, gotta get it 'cause I moved up 

Gotta split it, gotta fit it to a magnum 

Gotta fuck it, don't love it, I don't want none 

But you can have some, see I played homie 

Fucked the bedspreads up, 'cause I banged on it 

Hit tha hoe from the back and she sang homie 

These same ass words from the same song, the same song 

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy 

Beat it up, beat it up 

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy 

Beat it up, beat it up 

You know you want this pussy 

Sure do 

You know you want this pussy 

It's true 

You know you want this pussy 

Bring it on 

You know you want this pussy 

And I'm gone 

This story takes place on a late night 

I was on the lake front trying to get some act right 

Hoe was acting funny so I had to kick game 

I said you be my queen, I be your king 

And things will never change 

Now I'm just sitting there, lookin' at the beaver 

It's hairy like Barry and its bigger than Geneva 

Something said stick my finger in it so I did 

Then came the 2, the 3, the 4, the thumb and shit 

I just don't believe it, how could she conceive it 

My fist, my wrist bitch, you need to summer's eve it 

Douche ya bush black, you smell like step back 

What the fuck is that tuna cat 

Put her out my jag fast, tell that bitch you get no cash 

Get your shit together shorty, clean your little funky ass 

Been a lot of places, did a lot of shows, met a lot of people 

Fucked a lot of hoes, I 

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy 

Beat it up, beat it up 

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy 

Beat it up, beat it up 

You know you want this pussy 

Sure do 

You know you want this pussy 

It's true 

You know you want this pussy 

Bring it on 

You know you want this pussy 

And I'm gone 

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy 

Beat it up, beat it up 

Beat it up, beat it up, beat it up daddy 

Beat it up, beat it up 

You know you want this pussy 

Sure do 

You know you want this pussy 

It's true 

You know you want this pussy 

Bring it on 

You know you want this pussy 

And I'm gone