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Lucille Bogan – Shave ’em Dry Lyrics

LUCILLE BOGAN
Shave ’em Dry Lyrics

SHAVE ‘EM DRY (unexpurgated version)

I got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my
thumb,

I got somethin’ between my legs’ll make a dead man
come,

Oh daddy, baby won’t you shave ‘em dry?

Aside: Now, draw it out!

Want you to grind me baby, grind me until I cry.

(Roland: Uh, huh.)

Say I f**ked all night, and all the night before baby,

And I feel just like I wanna, f**k some more,

Oh great God daddy,

(Roland: Say you gonna get it. You need it.)

Grind me honey and shave me dry,

And when you hear me holler baby, want you to shave it
dry.

I got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my
thumb,

Daddy you say that’s the kind of ‘em you want, and you
can make ‘em come,

Oh, daddy shave me dry,

(Roland: She ain’t gonna work for it.)

And I’ll give you somethin’ baby, swear it’ll make you
cry.

I’m gon’ turn back my mattress, and let you oil my
springs,

I want you to grind me daddy, ’til the bell do ring,

Oh daddy, want you to shave ‘em dry,

Oh great God daddy, if you can’t shave ‘em baby won’t
you try?

Now if f**kin’ was the thing, that would take me to
heaven,

I’d be f**kin’ in the studio, till the clock strike
eleven,

Oh daddy, daddy shave ‘em dry,

I would f**k you baby, honey I’d make you cry.

Now your nuts hang down like a damn bell sapper,

And your dick stands up like a steeple,

Your goddam ass-hole stands open like a church door,

And the crabs walks in like people.

Aside: Ow, shit!

(Roland: Aah, sure enough, shave ‘em dry?)

Aside: Ooh! Baby, won’t you shave ‘em dry

A big sow gets fat from eatin’ corn,

And a pig gets fat from suckin’,

Reason you see this whore, fat like I am,

Great God, I got fat from f**kin’.

Aside: Eeeeh! Shave ‘em dry

(Roland: Aah, shake it, don’t break it)

My back is made of whalebone,

And my cock is made of brass,

And my f**kin’ is made for workin’ men’s two dollars,

Great God, round to kiss my ass.

Aside: Oh! Whoo, daddy, shave ‘em dry

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Rick Ross – Triple Platinum (feat. Scrilla) (Rather You Than Me Album)

You understand?
"When I get to heaven, I’ll see my grandmother there
She’ll say ‘Great God almighty, here come my child! He must’ve got here by prayer.’
Did y’all hear that? That’s what my grandmother’ll say
She’ll say, ‘Great God almighty, here come my boy! He musta got here by prayer.’"
Versace drawers, like I’m triple platinum
Forty cars, like I’m triple platinum
Double R’s on the gates, like I’m triple platinum
Shows cost a hundred, like I’m triple platinum
Triple platinum, Triple platinum, Triple platinum
Me and HOV back and forth, like I’m triple platinum
Triple platinum, I’m out in Cannes, Club Gotha
Double R’s on the gates, like I’m triple platinum
Couple pawns in the lake the couch is in the plastic
Had a phone call with Drake so we could fix the madness
Time for the real niggas just to really cash in
Murals of Machiavelli, wealthy my mind states
Everyday the net worth racing the crime rate
Sweat drippin’ from my fitted giving niggas chills
Only ones who standing still, the ones who on the pills
Summer school and scholarships we said was sucka shit
Straight out of high school they had us touching bricks
In the trap with the white was such a sacrifice
Sentences for selling dope, just pray your casket nice
But I got a lawyer like I’m triple platinum
His retainer was the change up in the kitchen cabinet
Everybody mad at ya when you’re living fabulous
Self made, mean you never out here kissing asses
Still hand-to-hand like they chicken patties
Mad at the world, but you trigger happy
Double R’s on the gates, it’s like I’m triple platinum
Couple pawns in the lake the pistol’s in the plastic
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Hundred room mansion nigga like I’m triple platinum
More money than them niggas that went triple platinum
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum
Goin’ hard, gangsta, triple platinum
Triple platinum, forty cars like I’m triple platinum
Four hundred acres like I’m triple platinum
Triple platinum without an album sale
Three million grams, I left a powder trail
All gold Rollie, face like a diamond feel
Fire on me nigga, this is not a fire drill
Real trap nigga, live like I’m triple platinum
Marble the floors and put gold on my cabinets
My voodoo lady still keep her couch in the plastic
Triple platinum, they hatin’, niggas alter they captions
Ten years and it’s time for revenge
Paintings on my wall a gift to my kids
Versace drawers like I’m triple platinum
Wore ’em once and disposed ’em after
Bitches fuck me like I’m triple platinum
Like Prince in that purple jacket
Purple rain, pop a Perc’ and half a Xanax
Trap star, livin’ like I’m triple platinum
These are the jewels of many gods, the secret blessings
Scripture’s written on platinum plaques, decode the message
Voice of a legend, Grammy nominated
Ramadan once a year, my sacrificial payment
Stone thrown at my Jesus piece, help me Lord
But tempt me, kill my Judas with a platinum sword
A king, but I’m punished with a crown of thorns
Triple platinum nails force these open arms
God’s child, my soul triple platinum
When I speak, it’s with the richest accent
I die for the ones that I love
All the pain, I just fill it with void
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Hundred room mansion nigga like I’m triple platinum
More money than them niggas that went triple platinum
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum
Goin’ hard, gangsta, triple platinum
I seen it from afar, blessings from the Lord
When a nigga that’s so sharp, have his conscious loss
Before you buy a bottle, let’s enjoy a glass
May it flow just like a faucet every time you ask
Got the trunk like I was Luke and the Two Live Crews
Minus one, burger moves, let the lions loose
Retaining ownership is all I want in this
Maybe two Phantoms, a bad one that got a bone to pick
Somebody tried to kill me, still I’m optimistic
Told the detectives "Fuck ’em" and I bought a rocket missile
Bathing Ape draped on my label-mates
You not a boss until everybody at your table ate
100 bands on me, really that’s my sneaker money
‘Cause when they land, they be whiter than the Easter bunny
Cuban links on me like I’m triple platinum
The triple beam still up in my kitchen cabinet
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Hundred room mansion nigga like I’m triple platinum
More money than them niggas that went triple platinum
Triple platinum, triple platinum
Double M all these niggas like we triple platinum
Goin’ hard, gangsta, triple platinum
Triple platinum, forty cars like I’m triple platinum
Four hundred acres like I’m triple platinum
(Maybach Music)