The Night Dont End

Lyrics

Hotwife of Pi at the fucking end of the night
But the night dont end when you fuck with Hotwife of Pi 

I've not got a rapping flow or no stacks of dough
But bro, sunos gonna give me that cash inflow
From attacking foes with these massive blows 
Im gonna rip this shit up as my tablet glows 
Yo, I aint fucking broke but its sagging low 
So if you like my songs please tap your phone 
And if you love this one then go and slap it on 
And pump the bass up until the fucking fabric blown 
Aint got the voice of an angel 
so my words have been wasted for ages 
But ive got a heart thats unstable 
able to bleed veins of thoughts 
Shit im creative 
Created a mind that is fatal thats got a taste for the danger 
Tasted the sweetest betrayal from a face of a stranger
Ill do you a favor, I aint gonna chat and act like I'm all that
Im skitty and skinny, fuck that, actually your all fat
But shit, I like a chunky bitch, shit
I dont wanna feel ribs, I want hips to pull back and a fat ass arse to slap

Give me a big chick with fat hips and a waist I cant miss, shit
I dont wanna count ribs while I'm pounding this bitch, shit
Wanna read ripples when she racks that hit, shit
If I grab both her hips I want weight in my grip, shiiit
Give me a big chick with fat hips and a waist I cant miss, shit

Fuck fake sophistication just give me dp compilations 
No need to complicate shit I know what I like
Give me somewhere to grab and feel the meat on her thighs
Keep her breathing in time, damn this chicks been deprived 
despite you calling her your wife, how the fucks she survive all this time
Bitch its alright, Pi's brought a bunch of guys to help that pussy revive
Stay tonight and you might realise that you like it when the train arrives 
Play awhile, make a pile, take a bite, come alive
Come again, yeah were fucking like its pagan times 
But with cable ties locked, look me in these hazel eyes
Look i know your tracing lines tryna stop your racing mind 
But trust me, Im sure your husband will say its fine
Just bring him aching thighs and shaking signs that youve finally had a breathtaking time
See I dont just make a rhyme i take the time to write my lines in the mind looking out the naked eye
Nah, its not the end of the night?
The night dont end when you fuck with Hotwife of Pi

Give me a big chick with fat hips and a waist I cant miss, shit
I dont wanna count ribs while I'm pounding this bitch, shit
I wanna read ripples when she racks that hit, shit
If I grab both her hips I want weight in my grip, shiiit
Give me a big chick with fat hips and a waist I cant miss, shit

See, shit, there was a time in my life I was shy
and Id write rhymes in to the dead of night  
getting better right but didnt show that shit to a single guy
cos id realised what all those pricks were like 
Learnt over time they were merciless by design 
Their lack of loyalty or love for me was open wide 
Saw through their lies cos they only came to get high and drain my life
Cut out the leeches with a knife before they drained me fucking dry
wanted drugs and somewhere they could waste their fucking time
Spent too many nights with guys I didnt even fucking like
Nights I couldve watched my Hotwife getting pied instead of wasting life
I couldve spent those evenings pounding strangers wifes
Couldve had one on my face while another rode my thighs
So I kept my line for after closing time 
Paint my pain into poetry to post online
choosing vocals and flows till this shit come alive 


and man I worked on my mind till the stars align 

Give me a big chick with fat hips and a waist I cant miss, shit
I dont wanna count ribs while I'm pounding this bitch, shit
I wanna read ripples when she racks that hit, shit
If I grab both her hips I want weight in my grip, shiiit
Give me a big chick with fat hips and a waist I cant miss, shit

Give me a big chick with fat hips and a waist I cant miss, shit
I dont wanna count ribs while I'm pounding this bitch, shit
I wanna read ripples when she racks that hit, shit
If I grab both her hips I want weight in my grip, shiiit
Give me a big chick with fat hips and a waist I cant miss, shit

Hotwife of Pi at the fucking end of the night
But the night dont end when you fuck with Hotwife of Pi

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