WC - Why I Love You Lyrics

(Ooh oh) right
(Show off, baby, baby, baby) know what?
Ain't nothin' like rat pussy on my dick
Ain't nothin' like rat pussy on my dick
(I don't know why I love you, I don't know, love you
I don't know why I love you, but I love you)
Ain't nothin' like rat pussy on my dick
Ain't nothin' like rat pussy on my dick
Hood rats, hood rats, hood rats, hood rats, hood rats
Yeah, it's some good ass pussy, baby
You know what?
Check it out, yeah, yeah, yeah

Ain't nothin' like rat pussy on my dick, ponytail, coochie cutters with a ass on deck
No dap jeans but she got a gap in em jeans, holding my ding-a-ling on every fingering
Nasty bitch, love niggas flame trued up, behind doors all she wanna do is fuck
Pussy and throat so deep I call her long girl
But in the hood she's considered as a homegirl
Suck nut 'til it's all gone, bitch grew up in the hood but now it's eyes and heart thorn
The baby mama capital, but nigga how you'd strap when you travel, 'cause one time gaffle
With the ambiguous worth it when she were insertin' it
Gettin' that pussy, nigga, watch that bitch work it
Like a fiend on that crack scene, when I'm in between
I'm like Lauryn Hill singing that theme, nigga

(I don't know why I love you, I don't know, love you
I don't know why I love you, but I love you)
Ain't nothin' like rat pussy on my dick
Ain't nothin' like rat pussy on my dick
Ain't nothin' like rat pussy on my dick
Ain't nothin' like rat pussy on my dick
Hood rats, hood rats, hood rats, hood rats, hood rats
It's good ass pussy (damn)

Ain't nothin' like rat pussy on my dick
What she on, top nigga, she risin' like a stick
Go fast on me, bend over shift to fifth gear, get to clappin' that ass on me
Nigga no waitin', nigga she gon' strip, slide up a cup of Hennessey, she gon' sip
No maintenance, nigga I'm hittin' it
All she wanted was some drank and some Newport cigarettes
Fuck the conversation, I put up harder in
She started suckin' my dick, nigga, with no hesitation
At last she fed me, hooked me up with that hood rat special, Kool-Aid and spaghetti
Got my grub on and I shooked the table, got on 'cause most of them baby daddies is fatal
And I respect the game, fuck blastin' over pussy, but nigga that's some bomb-ass pussy

(I don't know why I love you, I don't know, love you
I don't know why I love you, but I love you)
You know what I'm sayin'?
I got some of the bombest motherfuckin' cock out there
I ain't gon' front, that shit is off the track
If your ass come with drama, consequences
Nigga gotta take a couple of slugs and shit to hit that shit, fuck that
I like that shit