American Slore Lyrics

American slore american whore
al pac max bigavelle

lets go
first chris lemme get her neckless
im bout to take this bitch to breakfast
cuz we had a long night
and i cant leave till i get my song right
all right
gtta get this one
shortii she a freak gtta get me some
its three chicks gtta get me one
im not a nigga to leave that 10
so lets go

take me out to breakfast
let me floss your chesse
gimmi your direction
make me scream your name
you b makein it rain
i b makin it pour
you b my american slore

bitches at the club its beach day
so come out with studs they eatin
once we was at the hilton
so i think i just chill for the weekend
nikka bigavelle b cheatin
mama ask me wats popin
so i gave her my g shit
and told her to rock it
with lots of confodence
bend the bitch ova donkey
i like it when she call me doinkey
so i gave the bitch 200
and told the ho not to nevah to call me
gimmi your direction
me and my home

take me out to breakfast
let me floss your chesee
gimmi your direction
make me scream your name
you b makein it rain
i b makin it pour
you b my american slore

american whore

take me out to breakfast
let me floss your chesse
gimmi your direction
make me scream your name
you b makein it rain
i b makin it pour
you b my american slore
american whore

shes the jump off
ready to jump off
and when i squirt in her face
she lick the cum off
mama real freaky
plus she like it rough
when i give her back shots she cant get enough
im goin all night
and she fuckin good
these hoes love a nikka
even though im no good
they all wanna taste
they all wanna lick
your mom beastin hoes fightin for this dick
got these hoes open
note the thug passion
take it to the spott

lets get it crackin
gtta beat it up
i leave the pussy soft
man fuck a bitch
i nevah love a whore
i get em for the bread
break up papi always
fuck the small talk
ma a nika want his phone
we can get it on
make em scream my name
ask around bout the kid
ma i do my thing

take me out to breakfast
let me floss your chesse
gimmi your direction
make me scream your name
you b makein it rain
i b makin it pour
you b my american slore
american whore

take me out to breakfast
let me floss your chesse
gimmi your direction
make me scream your name
you b makein it rain
i b makin it pour
you b my american slore
american whore

(Thanks to Bronnie for these lyrics)