Internet wh#re Lyrics – DJ Paul
Singer: DJ Paul
Title: Internet wh#re
She got DSL, DSL
n#gg# what that is? (Dick suckin lips)
She got DSL, DSL
n#gg# what that is? (Dick suckin lips)
I met her on MySpace
Found her on Facebook
Got head on Youp#rn (Gave that #ss a touch)
She’s an internet wh#re, you can enter that wh#re
She’s an internet wh#re, you can enter that wh#re
I met her on MySpace, fell out of touch
A couple of years later, right back to her on the Facebook
She drove 5 hours, ATL to M-Town
That’s how I knew that f#ckin n’ suckin was ’bout to go down
She got in town, I told her “Meet me at the Starbucks”
I know what’cha thinkin, why did I say the Starbucks
What’chu be yellin’s I be hatin it at the coffee shops, by the college
They full of sexy b#tches with some knowledge
Actin like they good girls, really they hard taste
Typin on that PC, sippin on some Latte’s
Back to the story, she entered on in and I’m afraid (Lord have mercy)
Cause she wasn’t lookin like her homepage
I’m thinkin now, like what the hell I’m supposed to do
She was a hundred pounds bigger, with a old-school hair do
Matters worse, I already took v#agra
She got some big lips, I better make the best of her
I met her on MySpace
Found her on Facebook
Got head on Youp#rn (Gave that #ss a touch)
She’s an internet wh#re, you can enter that wh#re
She’s an internet wh#re, you can enter that wh#re
Oh please-Oh please
You homicidal b#tch, won’t you just stay away from me
Quit breaking in my house
Won’t you just give me back my keys?
Quit sending n#gg#s to try to beat up L-O-R-D
You gonna make me catch a murder charge on these wussies
You murder my baby mama’s, you tell ’em that they goners
You wanna snatch my kids? Don’t you know I’ll kill you b#tch?
You throw me right, and I will you gonna get me killed
Quit throwin’ them damn bricks
I’m tired of payin’ for windshields
Man I cannot get rid of this hideous b#tch
She won’t leave the Infamous alone
She said she bought her tone, that’s why she’s on the phone
She play on E and moan or eat a yellow curse
She slipped the pinky condom, found out it’s a piece of sh#t
Was huntin’, f#cked her anyway, and now she pregnant
I don’t want a miniature of this b#tch in a cradle
Cause meetin’ wh#res on MySpace nowadays is very fatal
I met her on MySpace
Found her on Facebook
Got head on Youp#rn (Gave that #ss a touch)
She’s an internet wh#re, you can enter that wh#re
She’s an internet wh#re, you can enter that wh#re
She got DSL, DSL
n#gg# what that is? (Dick suckin lips)
She got DSL, DSL
n#gg# what that is? (Dick suckin lips)
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