clipping. is a rap trio from Los Angeles formed in 2010 by William Hutson (… Read Full Bio ↴clipping. is a rap trio from Los Angeles formed in 2010 by William Hutson (Rale), film soundtrack composer Jonathan Snipes (ex-Captain Ahab) and vocalist Daveed Diggs.
Lyrically, clipping.’s music attempts to reshuffle and repeat accepted rap scenarios, while eliminating a traditional single-point perspective. Diggs’s writing is heavily citational, like a rough-edged collage, gluing together half-glimpsed images and misremembered references, many of which might feel familiar, and some of which assuredly do not. But even while he consumes and regurgitates established styles, his self-erasure is incomplete; Diggs’s dense, often motormouthed flow remains wholly his own.
Individually, the members are known outside of the group for their extra-curricular artistic projects. Diggs is a stage actor, while Snipes composes music for film, and Hutson is an established noise music artist. Snipes and Hutson have collaborated on many projects, including the score to the documentary Room 237, which was released by IFC in 2013.
In February 2013, clipping. released their debut album, Midcity, on their website. The project was created entirely in-house, with the trio writing, producing, engineering, mixing and mastering all of the material themselves. There was no budget, no outside promotion, no hype-machine, no blog or label interest. In fact, clipping. had no expectation that anyone would bother listening to the album, let alone enjoy it. Nevertheless, reactions were largely positive— despite the uncompromising nature of the production, and its obfuscatory lyrical content— and within five month’s of Midcity’s release, clipping. signed a deal with Sub Pop Records.
CLPPNG, the band’s label debut, was written and recorded between February and October of 2013. Highly well-received, CLPPNG is an album that demonstrates the variety of sounds available when the ‘rules’ of a genre are willfully questioned.
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Lyrically, clipping.’s music attempts to reshuffle and repeat accepted rap scenarios, while eliminating a traditional single-point perspective. Diggs’s writing is heavily citational, like a rough-edged collage, gluing together half-glimpsed images and misremembered references, many of which might feel familiar, and some of which assuredly do not. But even while he consumes and regurgitates established styles, his self-erasure is incomplete; Diggs’s dense, often motormouthed flow remains wholly his own.
Individually, the members are known outside of the group for their extra-curricular artistic projects. Diggs is a stage actor, while Snipes composes music for film, and Hutson is an established noise music artist. Snipes and Hutson have collaborated on many projects, including the score to the documentary Room 237, which was released by IFC in 2013.
In February 2013, clipping. released their debut album, Midcity, on their website. The project was created entirely in-house, with the trio writing, producing, engineering, mixing and mastering all of the material themselves. There was no budget, no outside promotion, no hype-machine, no blog or label interest. In fact, clipping. had no expectation that anyone would bother listening to the album, let alone enjoy it. Nevertheless, reactions were largely positive— despite the uncompromising nature of the production, and its obfuscatory lyrical content— and within five month’s of Midcity’s release, clipping. signed a deal with Sub Pop Records.
CLPPNG, the band’s label debut, was written and recorded between February and October of 2013. Highly well-received, CLPPNG is an album that demonstrates the variety of sounds available when the ‘rules’ of a genre are willfully questioned.
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Hot Fuck No Love
clipping. Lyrics
So, uh, what kinds of stuff are you into?
That's a bit forward, isn't it? Mmm, well
Maybe you could come back to mine if you want
Well, you know
If you want to get really dirty
Finger on the button, that Cold War threat
Finger on the button got that
Lover in a cold sweat
Finger on the button, finger in a butt
Unbutton blouse from bottom up, top off
Pop that drop that like it's hot
Pocket full of that wet wet
Get wet, are you wet, yet? Let that wet get
On him, rim licking likely, like lollipop
Like you naughty, bitch
Don't act like you forgot
Wait, what's your name? What's your sign?
What's your number? What's your type?
Face, about, face it now
Face her in the mirror
Watch that ass go, that ass go
What you let go of that ass fo'
That ass fo'?
Hundred years into makin' nice
How he ain't gon' lick that ass?
Oh shit, he is
Take that finger out and drop
It to the damn floor
Damn, oh, damage to the dental dam
Dentata fine
He like a lot of bite when he grind
Mmm, yeah, I think we should
Get out of here soon, uh huh
I'll bet you're good at that
Aren't you? Look at that pretty mouth
Now, that's just a bit wrong, isn't it?
A bitch like me only fuck with freaks
Wooden paddle on bare cheeks
Side-saddle when I ride the beat
Hot golden showers on white sheets
Deep throatin' with no teeth
Rock a studded collar with a leather leash
Spin cycle, rinse, then repeat
And the Cake's fast, so come get a piece
Thirst trap 'fore I split that
Snapchat to yourself
Get a pic of the dick back
Warm it up, serve it up when I freak that
Fresh palate if you really
Tryin' to eat that
Glory hole, ha, Killa really peep that
Ribbed, feelin' like the scene
From the snapback
Nibble on a nigga, bite back
Sugar cane and Honeycombs every time
A nigga taste that
Bitch, I'm only here to state facts
Check his hands till they grab, grab
Grab for the chitchat
Really wanna come and get that
We can meet up in the telly
If you're ready for a rematch
I'm holstered up, sippin' iced tea
A little amnesia, where's your wifey?
And I got him open, strokin', pricey
Cause to get this hot spot I gotta stay icy
(Oooh) sloppy head all in your backseat
Let me lick your sack while
We're listening to Cassie
You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty
And the niggas that I fuck be
The type that's tryna bash me
Papa thugs tryna smash me
Look, I'm'a make it hot
You a nut on my asscheeks
I'm just playing, y'all, I'm classy
Straight swerve on a nigga if
He really tryna gas me
You know
I do have really pretty feet and maybe
I can just rub them all over you yeah
I couldn't tell that you were that type mhmm
Too hard to hold, ride it
Too wet to touch, don't try it, slide in
Inch by a mile, take it with a smile
Bind to defiling, when you
Say it's child's play, it's
No kids allowed and know this
Their shouts is no match for fists
And this snatch and grab, it's the steel
The seal is too much
You want it, don't touch
Your loving on such and such
And so what is love? It's just frame of mind
And boxed in by sex, it's toxic
The scent is intoxicating and all
The waiting and masturbating
The dick is chafing, where's the lotion?
Wear the thong you like, you in motion
Not too emotional, please, not to worry
You trying to please
No love, not now, hot fuck
Hop down off your high horse
Cock cray, jockey, stopwatch, cock
Bang, jack, he, he suck
You come, these nuts, so numb, so dead
Mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head
Mo' Moet
Every minute make a motherfucker work for it
Fuck it if another motherfucker's
Hurt for it
Stuck in a concussion but the headboard bang
Better slam that cane like Kane
And he prayin'
For the white sticky licky got him
On a sticky wicket with it
Wishing it was ready wet it up and ride again
And in a minute of intimacy
Go 'head and pull it out
And when you finish
Tell the bitch to get up out of your house
Yeah, don't worry i don't expect you
To call me next week, not after this
Hot fuck! (No love) hot fuck! (No love)
That's a bit forward, isn't it? Mmm, well
Maybe you could come back to mine if you want
Well, you know
If you want to get really dirty
Finger on the button, that Cold War threat
Finger on the button got that
Lover in a cold sweat
Finger on the button, finger in a butt
Unbutton blouse from bottom up, top off
Pop that drop that like it's hot
Pocket full of that wet wet
Get wet, are you wet, yet? Let that wet get
On him, rim licking likely, like lollipop
Like you naughty, bitch
Don't act like you forgot
Wait, what's your name? What's your sign?
What's your number? What's your type?
Face, about, face it now
Face her in the mirror
Watch that ass go, that ass go
What you let go of that ass fo'
That ass fo'?
Hundred years into makin' nice
How he ain't gon' lick that ass?
Oh shit, he is
Take that finger out and drop
It to the damn floor
Damn, oh, damage to the dental dam
Dentata fine
He like a lot of bite when he grind
Mmm, yeah, I think we should
Get out of here soon, uh huh
I'll bet you're good at that
Aren't you? Look at that pretty mouth
Now, that's just a bit wrong, isn't it?
A bitch like me only fuck with freaks
Wooden paddle on bare cheeks
Side-saddle when I ride the beat
Hot golden showers on white sheets
Deep throatin' with no teeth
Rock a studded collar with a leather leash
Spin cycle, rinse, then repeat
And the Cake's fast, so come get a piece
Thirst trap 'fore I split that
Snapchat to yourself
Get a pic of the dick back
Warm it up, serve it up when I freak that
Fresh palate if you really
Tryin' to eat that
Glory hole, ha, Killa really peep that
Ribbed, feelin' like the scene
From the snapback
Nibble on a nigga, bite back
Sugar cane and Honeycombs every time
A nigga taste that
Bitch, I'm only here to state facts
Check his hands till they grab, grab
Grab for the chitchat
Really wanna come and get that
We can meet up in the telly
If you're ready for a rematch
I'm holstered up, sippin' iced tea
A little amnesia, where's your wifey?
And I got him open, strokin', pricey
Cause to get this hot spot I gotta stay icy
(Oooh) sloppy head all in your backseat
Let me lick your sack while
We're listening to Cassie
You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty
And the niggas that I fuck be
The type that's tryna bash me
Papa thugs tryna smash me
Look, I'm'a make it hot
You a nut on my asscheeks
I'm just playing, y'all, I'm classy
Straight swerve on a nigga if
He really tryna gas me
You know
I do have really pretty feet and maybe
I can just rub them all over you yeah
I couldn't tell that you were that type mhmm
Too hard to hold, ride it
Too wet to touch, don't try it, slide in
Inch by a mile, take it with a smile
Bind to defiling, when you
Say it's child's play, it's
No kids allowed and know this
Their shouts is no match for fists
And this snatch and grab, it's the steel
The seal is too much
You want it, don't touch
Your loving on such and such
And so what is love? It's just frame of mind
And boxed in by sex, it's toxic
The scent is intoxicating and all
The waiting and masturbating
The dick is chafing, where's the lotion?
Wear the thong you like, you in motion
Not too emotional, please, not to worry
You trying to please
No love, not now, hot fuck
Hop down off your high horse
Cock cray, jockey, stopwatch, cock
Bang, jack, he, he suck
You come, these nuts, so numb, so dead
Mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head
Mo' Moet
Every minute make a motherfucker work for it
Fuck it if another motherfucker's
Hurt for it
Stuck in a concussion but the headboard bang
Better slam that cane like Kane
And he prayin'
For the white sticky licky got him
On a sticky wicket with it
Wishing it was ready wet it up and ride again
And in a minute of intimacy
Go 'head and pull it out
And when you finish
Tell the bitch to get up out of your house
Yeah, don't worry i don't expect you
To call me next week, not after this
Hot fuck! (No love) hot fuck! (No love)
Lyrics © Fintage House Publishing
Written by: DAVEED DIGGS, WILLIAM MORAN HUTSON, JONATHAN RALEIGH SNIPES, RASHARD CALIEL BRADSHAW, THERESA HEAD
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[Intro: Maxi Wild]
So, uh, what kinds of stuff are you into?
That's a bit forward, isn't it?
Mmm, well, maybe you could come back to mine if you want
Well, you know, if you want to get really dirty
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Finger on the button, that Cold War threat
Finger on the button got that lover in a cold sweat
Finger on the button, finger in a butt
Unbutton blouse from bottom up, top off, pop that
Drop that like it's hot, pocket full of that wet wet
Get wet, are you wet, yet? Let that wet get
On him, rim licking likely, like lollipop
Like you naughty, bitch, don't act like you forgot
Wait, what's your name? What's your sign?
What's your number? What's your type?
Face, about, face it now, face her in the mirror
Watch that ass go, that ass go
What you let go of that ass fo', that ass fo'?
Hundred years into makin' nice, how he ain't gon' lick that ass?
Oh shit, he is, take that finger out and drop it to the damn floor
Damn, oh, damage to the dental dam
Dentata fine, he like a lot of bite when he grind
[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
Mmm, yeah, I think we should get out of here soon, uh huh
I'll bet you're good at that, aren't you? Look at that pretty mouth
Now, that's just a bit wrong, isn't it?
[Verse 2: Cakes da Killa]
A bitch like me only fuck with freaks
Wooden paddle on bare cheeks
Side-saddle when I ride the beat
Hot golden showers on white sheets
Deep throatin' with no teeth
Rock a studded collar with a leather leash
Spin cycle, rinse, then repeat
And the Cake's fast, so come get a piece
Thirst trap 'fore I split that
Snapchat to yourself, get a pic of the dick back
Warm it up, serve it up when I freak that
Fresh palate if you really tryin' to eat that
Glory hole, ha, Killa really peep that
Ribbed, feelin' like the scene from the snapback
Nibble on a nigga, bite back
Sugar cane and Honeycombs every time a nigga taste that
Bitch, I'm only here to state facts
Check his hands till they grab, grab, grab for the chitchat
Really wanna come and get that
We can meet up in the telly if you're ready for a rematch
I'm holstered up, sippin' iced tea
A little amnesia, where's your wifey?
And I got him open, strokin', pricey
Cause to get this hot spot I gotta stay icy (Oooh)
Sloppy head all in your backseat
Let me lick your sack while we're listening to Cassie
You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty
And the niggas that I fuck be the type that's tryna bash me
Papa thugs tryna smash me
Look, I'm'a make it hot, you a nut on my asscheeks
I'm just playing, y'all, I'm classy
Straight swerve on a nigga if he really tryna gas me
[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
You know, I do have really pretty feet and maybe I can just rub them all over you. Yeah, I couldn't tell that you were that type. Mhmm
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Too hard to hold, ride it
Too wet to touch, don't try it, slide in
Inch by a mile, take it with a smile
Bind to defiling, when you say it's child's play, it's
No kids allowed and know this, their shouts is no match for fists
And this snatch and grab, it's the steel, the seal is too much
You want it, don't touch, your loving on such and such
And so what is love? It's just frame of mind
And boxed in by sex, it's toxic
The scent is intoxicating and all the waiting and masturbating
The dick is chafing, where's the lotion?
Wear the thong you like, you in motion
Not too emotional, please, not to worry, you trying to please
No love, not now, hot fuck, hop down off your high horse
Cock cray, jockey, stopwatch, cock bang, jack, he, he suck
You come, these nuts, so numb, so dead
Mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' Moet
Every minute make a motherfucker work for it
Fuck it if another motherfucker's hurt for it
Stuck in a concussion but the headboard bang
Better slam that cane like Kane, and he prayin'
For the white sticky licky got him on a sticky wicket with it
Wishing it was ready wet it up and ride again
And in a minute of intimacy, go 'head and pull it out
And when you finish, tell the bitch to get up out of your house
[Interlude: Maxi Wild]
Yeah, don't worry. I don't expect you to call me next week, not after this
[Refrain/Outro: Maxi Wild]
Hot fuck! (No love)
Hot fuck! (No love)
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LYRICS [taken from Genius]
[Intro: Maxi Wild]
So, uhh, what kinds of stuff are you into?
That's a bit forward, isn't it?
Mmm, well, maybe you could come back to mine if you want
Well, you know, if you want to get really dirty
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Finger on the button
That Cold War threat
Finger on the button
Got that lover in a cold sweat
Finger on the button
Finger in a butt
Unbutton blouse from bottom up
Top off, pop that
Drop that like it's hot
Pocket full of that wet wet
Get wet
Are you wet, yet?
Let that wet get
On him
Rim licking likely
Like lollipop
Like you naughty, bitch
Don't act like you forgot
Wait
What's your name?
What's your sign?
What's your number?
What's your type?
Face about
Face it now
Face her in the mirror
Watch that ass go, that ass go
What you let go of that ass fo', that ass fo'?
Hundred years into makin' nice
How we ain't gon' lick that ass?
Oh shit, he is
Take that finger out and drop it to the damn floor
Damn, oh
Damage to the dental dam
Dentyne fine
He like a lot of bite when he grind
[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
Mmm, yeah, I think we should get out of here soon
Uh huh
I'll bet you're good at that, aren't you? Look at that pretty mouth
Now, that's just a bit wrong, isn't it?
[Verse 2: Cakes da Killa]
A bitch like me only fuck with freaks
Wooden paddle on bare cheeks
Side-saddle when I ride the beat
Hot golden showers on white sheets
Deep throatin' with no teeth
Rockin' studded collar with a leather leash
Spin cycle, rinse, then repeat
And the Cake's fast, so come get a piece
Thirst trap 'fore I split that
Snapchat till yourself get a pic of the dick back
Warm it up, serve it up when I freak that
Fresh palate if you really tryin' to eat that
Glory hole, ha, Killa really peep that
Ribbed, feelin' like the scene from the snapback
Nibble on a n-----, bite back
Sugar cane and honeycombs every time a n----- taste that
Bitch, I'm only here to state facts
Check his hands till they grab, grab, grab for the chitchat
Really wanna come and get that
We can meet up in the telly if you're ready for a rematch
I'm holstered up, sippin' iced tea
A little amnesia, where's your wifey?
And I got him open, strokin', pricey
Cause to get this hot spot I gotta stay icy
(Oooh)
Sloppy head all in your backseat
Let me lick your sack while we're listening to Cassie
You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty
And the n-----s that I fuck be the type that's tryna bash me
Papa thugs tryna smash me
Look, I'm'a make it hot
Chewing up on my asscheeks
I'm just playing, y'all, I'm classy
Straight swerve on a n-
--if he really tryna gas me[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
You know, I do have really pretty feet
And maybe I can just rub them all over you
Yeah, I couldn't that tell you were that type
Mhmm
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Too hard to hold, ride it
Too wet to touch, don't try it
Slide in, inch by a mile
Take it with a smile
Bind to defiling
When you say your child's play is
No kids allowed
And know this, their shouts is no match for fists
And this snatch and grab, it's
The steel, the seal is too much
You want it, don't touch
Your loving on such and such
And so what is love?
It's just frame of mind
And boxed in by sex
It's toxic
The singe is intoxicating
And all the waiting and masturbating
The dick is chafing
Where's the lotion?
Wear the thong you like, you in motion
Not too emotional, please
Not to worry, you trying to please
No love, not now
Hot fuck, hop down
Off your high horse
Cock cray, jockey
Stopwatch, cock bang
Jack, he, he suck
You come, these nuts
So numb, so dead
Mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' mo' wet
Every minute make a motherfucker work for it
Fuck it if another motherfucker's hurt for it
Stuck in a concussion but the headboard bang
Better slam that cane like Kane, and he prayin'
For the white sticky licky
Got him on a sticky wicket with it
Wishing it was ready
Wet it up and ride again
And in a minute of intimacy, go 'head and pull it out
And when you finish, tell the bitch to get up out of your house
[Outro: Maxi Wild]
Yeah, don't worry
I don't expect you to call me next week, not after this
Hot fuck
No love
Hot fuck
No love
Analytical_cynic
Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Finger on the button, that Cold War threat
Finger on the button got that lover in a cold sweat
Finger on the button, finger in a butt
Unbutton blouse from bottom up, top off, pop that
Drop that like it's hot, pocket full of that wet wet
Get wet, are you wet, yet? Let that wet get
On him, rim licking likely, like lollipop
Like you naughty, bitch, don't act like you forgot
Wait, what's your name? What's your sign?
What's your number? What's your type?
Face, about, face it now, face her in the mirror
Watch that ass go, that ass go
What you let go of that ass fo', that ass fo'?
Hundred years into makin' nice, how he ain't gon' lick that ass?
Oh shit, he is, take that finger out and drop it to the damn floor
Damn, oh, damage to the dental dam
Dentata fine, he like a lot of bite when he grind
[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
Mmm, yeah, I think we should get out of here soon, uh huh
I'll bet you're good at that, aren't you? Look at that pretty mouth
Now, that's just a bit wrong, isn't it?
[Verse 2: Cakes da Killa]
A bitch like me only fuck with freaks
Wooden paddle on bare cheeks
Side-saddle when I ride the beat
Hot golden showers on white sheets
Deep throatin' with no teeth
Rock a studded collar with a leather leash
Spin cycle, rinse, then repeat
And the Cake's fast, so come get a piece
Thirst trap 'fore I split that
Snapchat to yourself, get a pic of the dick back
Warm it up, serve it up when I freak that
Fresh palate if you really tryin' to eat that
Glory hole, ha, Killa really peep that
Ribbed, feelin' like the scene from the snapback
Nibble on a nigga, bite back
Sugar cane and Honeycombs every time a nigga taste that
Bitch, I'm only here to state facts
Check his hands till they grab, grab, grab for the chitchat
Really wanna come and get that
We can meet up in the telly if you're ready for a rematch
I'm holstered up, sippin' iced tea
A little amnesia, where's your wifey?
And I got him open, strokin', pricey
Cause to get this hot spot I gotta stay icy (Oooh)
Sloppy head all in your backseat
Let me lick your sack while we're listening to Cassie
You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty
And the niggas that I fuck be the type that's tryna bash me
Papa thugs tryna smash me
Look, I'm'a make it hot, you a nut on my asscheeks
I'm just playing, y'all, I'm classy
Straight swerve on a nigga if he really tryna gas me
[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
You know, I do have really pretty feet and maybe I can just rub them all over you. Yeah, I couldn't tell that you were that type. Mhmm
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Too hard to hold, ride it
Too wet to touch, don't try it, slide in
Inch by a mile, take it with a smile
Bind to defiling, when you say it's child's play, it's
No kids allowed and know this, their shouts is no match for fists
And this snatch and grab, it's the steel, the seal is too much
You want it, don't touch, your loving on such and such
And so what is love? It's just frame of mind
And boxed in by sex, it's toxic
The scent is intoxicating and all the waiting and masturbating
The dick is chafing, where's the lotion?
Wear the thong you like, you in motion
Not too emotional, please, not to worry, you trying to please
No love, not now, hot fuck, hop down off your high horse
Cock cray, jockey, stopwatch, cock bang, jack, he, he suck
You come, these nuts, so numb, so dead
Mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' Moet
Every minute make a motherfucker work for it
Fuck it if another motherfucker's hurt for it
Stuck in a concussion but the headboard bang
Better slam that cane like Kane, and he prayin'
For the white sticky licky got him on a sticky wicket with it
Wishing it was ready wet it up and ride again
And in a minute of intimacy, go 'head and pull it out
And when you finish, tell the bitch to get up out of your house
Carter
Clipping( clipping. )
Hot Fuck No Love (feat. Cakes da Killa & Maxi Wild)
[Intro：Maxi Wild]
So, uhh, what kinds of stuff are you into?
That's a bit forward, isn't it?
Mmm, well, maybe you could come back to mine if you want
Well, you know, if you want to get really dirty
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Finger on the button
That Cold War threat
Finger on the button
Got that lover in a cold sweat
Finger on the button
Finger in a butt
Unbutton blouse from bottom up
Top off, pop that
Drop that like it's hot
Pocket full of that wet wet
Get wet
Are you wet, yet?
Let that wet get
On him
Rim licking likely
Like lollipop
Like you naughty, bitch
Don't act like you forgot
Wait
What's your name?
What's your sign?
What's your number?
What's your type?
Face about
Face it now
Face her in the mirror
Watch that ass go
That ass go
What you let go of that ass fo'?
That ass fo'
Hundred years into makin' nice
How we ain't gon' lick that ass?
Oh shit, he is
Take that finger out and drop it to the damn floor
Damn, oh
Damage to the dental dam
Dentyne fine
He like a lot of bite when he grind
[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
Mmm, yeah, I think we should get out of here soon
Uh huh
I'll bet you're good at that, aren't you? Look at that pretty mouth
Now, that's just a bit wrong, isn't it?
[Verse 2: Cakes da Killa]
A bitch like me only fuck with freaks
Wooden paddle on bare cheeks
Side-saddle when I ride the beat
Hot golden showers on white sheets
Deep throatin' with no teeth
Rockin' studded collar with a leather leash
Spin cycle, rinse, then repeat
And the Cake's fast, so come get a piece
Thirst trap 'fore I split that
Snapchat till yourself get a pic of the dick back
Warm it up, serve it up when I freak that
Fresh palate if you really tryin' to eat that
Glory hole, ha, Killa really peep that
Ribbed, feelin' like the scene from the snapback
Nibble on a nigga, bite back
Sugar cane and honeycombs every time a nigga taste that
Bitch, I'm only here to state facts
Check[?]his hands till they grab, grab, grab for the chitchat
Really wanna come and get that
We can meet up in the telly if you're ready for a rematch
I'm holstered up, sippin' iced tea
A little amnesia, where's your wifey?
And I got him open, strokin', pricey
Cause to get this hot spot I gotta stay icy
(Oooh)
Sloppy head all in your backseat
Let me lick your sack while we're listening to Cassie
You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty
And the niggas that I fuck be the type that's tryna bash me
Papa[?]thugs tryna smash me
Look, I'm'a make it hot
Chewing up on my asscheeks
I'm just playing, y'all, I'm classy
Straight swerve on a nigga if he really tryna gas me
[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
You know, I do have really pretty feet
And maybe I can just rub them all over you
Yeah, I couldn't that tell you were that type
Mhmm
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Too hard to hold, ride it
Too wet to touch, don't try it
Slide in, inch by a mile
Take it with a smile
Bind to defiling
When you say you're child's play is
No kids allowed
And know this, their shouts is no match for fists
And this snatch and grab, it's
The steel, the seal is too much
You want it, don't touch
Your loving on such and such
And so what is life?
It's just frame of mind
And boxed in by sex
It's toxic
The singe is intoxicating
And all the waiting and masturbating
The dick is chafing
Where's the lotion?
Wear the thong you like, you in motion
Not too emotional, please
Not to worry, you trying to please
No love, not now, hot fuck, hop down, off your, high horse, cock cray, jockey, stopwatch, cock bang, jack he, he suck, you come, these nuts, so numb, so dead, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' mo' wet
Every minute make a motherfucker work for it
Fuck it if another motherfucker's hurt for it
Stuck in a concussion but the headboard bang
Better slam that cane like [?], and he prayin'
For the white sticky licky
Got him on a sticky wicket with it
Wishing it was ready
Wet it up and ride again
And in a minute of venomous he go 'head and pull it out
And when you finish tell the bitch to get up out of your house
[Outro: Maxi Wild]
Yeah, don't worry
I don't expect you to call me next week, not after this
HOT FUCK
No love
HOT FUCK
No love
Ја Сам Упуцао Ђинђића
Nobody talking about how Cakes Da Killa straight killed it?
DontStopDooking
Probably my favorite Clipping joint
Ruby
DontStopDooking yes
k lolz
THIS MAN WAS A TEACHER TO 4TH GRADERS- AND HE WAS ON SESAME STREET I-
Kirri Broughton
Boss song hope he makes more songs like these
Mistyx J
that last verse gets me hype like nothing else
I Provide Lyrics
[Intro: Maxi Wild]
So, uh, what kinds of stuff are you into?
That's a bit forward, isn't it?
Mmm, well, maybe you could come back to mine if you want
Well, you know, if you want to get really dirty
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Finger on the button, that Cold War threat
Finger on the button got that lover in a cold sweat
Finger on the button, finger in a butt
Unbutton blouse from bottom up, top off, pop that
Drop that like it's hot, pocket full of that wet wet
Get wet, are you wet, yet? Let that wet get
On him, rim licking likely, like lollipop
Like you naughty, bitch, don't act like you forgot
Wait, what's your name? What's your sign?
What's your number? What's your type?
Face, about, face it now, face her in the mirror
Watch that ass go, that ass go
What you let go of that ass fo', that ass fo'?
Hundred years into makin' nice, how he ain't gon' lick that ass?
Oh shit, he is, take that finger out and drop it to the damn floor
Damn, oh, damage to the dental dam
Dentata fine, he like a lot of bite when he grind
[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
Mmm, yeah, I think we should get out of here soon, uh huh
I'll bet you're good at that, aren't you? Look at that pretty mouth
Now, that's just a bit wrong, isn't it?
[Verse 2: Cakes da Killa]
A bitch like me only fuck with freaks
Wooden paddle on bare cheeks
Side-saddle when I ride the beat
Hot golden showers on white sheets
Deep throatin' with no teeth
Rock a studded collar with a leather leash
Spin cycle, rinse, then repeat
And the Cake's fast, so come get a piece
Thirst trap 'fore I split that
Snapchat to yourself, get a pic of the dick back
Warm it up, serve it up when I freak that
Fresh palate if you really tryin' to eat that
Glory hole, ha, Killa really peep that
Ribbed, feelin' like the scene from the snapback
Nibble on a nigga, bite back
Sugar cane and Honeycombs every time a nigga taste that
Bitch, I'm only here to state facts
Check his hands till they grab, grab, grab for the chitchat
Really wanna come and get that
We can meet up in the telly if you're ready for a rematch
I'm holstered up, sippin' iced tea
A little amnesia, where's your wifey?
And I got him open, strokin', pricey
Cause to get this hot spot I gotta stay icy (Oooh)
Sloppy head all in your backseat
Let me lick your sack while we're listening to Cassie
You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty
And the niggas that I fuck be the type that's tryna bash me
Papa thugs tryna smash me
Look, I'm'a make it hot, you a nut on my asscheeks
I'm just playing, y'all, I'm classy
Straight swerve on a nigga if he really tryna gas me
[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
You know, I do have really pretty feet and maybe I can just rub them all over you. Yeah, I couldn't tell that you were that type. Mhmm
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Too hard to hold, ride it
Too wet to touch, don't try it, slide in
Inch by a mile, take it with a smile
Bind to defiling, when you say it's child's play, it's
No kids allowed and know this, their shouts is no match for fists
And this snatch and grab, it's the steel, the seal is too much
You want it, don't touch, your loving on such and such
And so what is love? It's just frame of mind
And boxed in by sex, it's toxic
The scent is intoxicating and all the waiting and masturbating
The dick is chafing, where's the lotion?
Wear the thong you like, you in motion
Not too emotional, please, not to worry, you trying to please
No love, not now, hot fuck, hop down off your high horse
Cock cray, jockey, stopwatch, cock bang, jack, he, he suck
You come, these nuts, so numb, so dead
Mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' Moet
Every minute make a motherfucker work for it
Fuck it if another motherfucker's hurt for it
Stuck in a concussion but the headboard bang
Better slam that cane like Kane, and he prayin'
For the white sticky licky got him on a sticky wicket with it
Wishing it was ready wet it up and ride again
And in a minute of intimacy, go 'head and pull it out
And when you finish, tell the bitch to get up out of your house
[Interlude: Maxi Wild]
Yeah, don't worry. I don't expect you to call me next week, not after this
[Refrain/Outro: Maxi Wild]
Hot fuck! (No love)
Hot fuck! (No love)
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LYRICS [taken from Genius]
[Intro: Maxi Wild]
So, uhh, what kinds of stuff are you into?
That's a bit forward, isn't it?
Mmm, well, maybe you could come back to mine if you want
Well, you know, if you want to get really dirty
[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs]
Finger on the button
That Cold War threat
Finger on the button
Got that lover in a cold sweat
Finger on the button
Finger in a butt
Unbutton blouse from bottom up
Top off, pop that
Drop that like it's hot
Pocket full of that wet wet
Get wet
Are you wet, yet?
Let that wet get
On him
Rim licking likely
Like lollipop
Like you naughty, bitch
Don't act like you forgot
Wait
What's your name?
What's your sign?
What's your number?
What's your type?
Face about
Face it now
Face her in the mirror
Watch that ass go, that ass go
What you let go of that ass fo', that ass fo'?
Hundred years into makin' nice
How we ain't gon' lick that ass?
Oh shit, he is
Take that finger out and drop it to the damn floor
Damn, oh
Damage to the dental dam
Dentyne fine
He like a lot of bite when he grind
[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
Mmm, yeah, I think we should get out of here soon
Uh huh
I'll bet you're good at that, aren't you? Look at that pretty mouth
Now, that's just a bit wrong, isn't it?
[Verse 2: Cakes da Killa]
A bitch like me only fuck with freaks
Wooden paddle on bare cheeks
Side-saddle when I ride the beat
Hot golden showers on white sheets
Deep throatin' with no teeth
Rockin' studded collar with a leather leash
Spin cycle, rinse, then repeat
And the Cake's fast, so come get a piece
Thirst trap 'fore I split that
Snapchat till yourself get a pic of the dick back
Warm it up, serve it up when I freak that
Fresh palate if you really tryin' to eat that
Glory hole, ha, Killa really peep that
Ribbed, feelin' like the scene from the snapback
Nibble on a n-----, bite back
Sugar cane and honeycombs every time a n----- taste that
Bitch, I'm only here to state facts
Check his hands till they grab, grab, grab for the chitchat
Really wanna come and get that
We can meet up in the telly if you're ready for a rematch
I'm holstered up, sippin' iced tea
A little amnesia, where's your wifey?
And I got him open, strokin', pricey
Cause to get this hot spot I gotta stay icy
(Oooh)
Sloppy head all in your backseat
Let me lick your sack while we're listening to Cassie
You know I'm tryin' to make it nasty
And the n-----s that I fuck be the type that's tryna bash me
Papa thugs tryna smash me
Look, I'm'a make it hot
Chewing up on my asscheeks
I'm just playing, y'all, I'm classy
Straight swerve on a n-
--if he really tryna gas me[Bridge: Maxi Wild]
You know, I do have really pretty feet
And maybe I can just rub them all over you
Yeah, I couldn't that tell you were that type
Mhmm
[Verse 3: Daveed Diggs]
Too hard to hold, ride it
Too wet to touch, don't try it
Slide in, inch by a mile
Take it with a smile
Bind to defiling
When you say your child's play is
No kids allowed
And know this, their shouts is no match for fists
And this snatch and grab, it's
The steel, the seal is too much
You want it, don't touch
Your loving on such and such
And so what is love?
It's just frame of mind
And boxed in by sex
It's toxic
The singe is intoxicating
And all the waiting and masturbating
The dick is chafing
Where's the lotion?
Wear the thong you like, you in motion
Not too emotional, please
Not to worry, you trying to please
No love, not now
Hot fuck, hop down
Off your high horse
Cock cray, jockey
Stopwatch, cock bang
Jack, he, he suck
You come, these nuts
So numb, so dead
Mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' head, mo' mo' wet
Every minute make a motherfucker work for it
Fuck it if another motherfucker's hurt for it
Stuck in a concussion but the headboard bang
Better slam that cane like Kane, and he prayin'
For the white sticky licky
Got him on a sticky wicket with it
Wishing it was ready
Wet it up and ride again
And in a minute of intimacy, go 'head and pull it out
And when you finish, tell the bitch to get up out of your house
[Outro: Maxi Wild]
Yeah, don't worry
I don't expect you to call me next week, not after this
Hot fuck
No love
Hot fuck
No love
katrina
if you listened to the Rubber Duckie song by Daveed and then listen to this....BOIIIIII
Thomas Jefferson
ItsKatrina X i may have done that after i watched this