16) I Like my Women Just Like my Coffee: Hot and Black

Lyrics

I like my Women just Like my Coffe: Hot and Black

(by Skeff)

 

 

 

Black

Black

Black

Black

 

 

 

 

 

If I were her in place I would do the same

I would also play this game

 

Who wants to work for low wage

Be locked inside a poverty cage

 

She came from Africa to win

A will to win from within

She doesn´t take on the chin

 

Living in Europe is hard

She never let´s down her guard

 

 

It´s late at night and she is going out

With me, no without

 

She’s going out the door

A ship leaving the shore

 

A ship leaving the port

Yes, she is a escort

 

You know what that means

 

 

She got the call and it´s time to go

She is gonna make that dough

 

Make the money that she deserves

 

 

Red dress and pink shoe

The type anyone can see it through

 

She knows what time it is

She knows it´s time for biz

 

 

It´s no longer for fun

Now she is done

She wants to be the number one

She’s pulling out her shot gut

Imaginary shot gun

 

 

 

Black

Black

Black

Black

 

Click clack

Click clack

Click clack

Click clack

 

I know it´s bad

But I’m not her dad

 

I´m just a white guy

I cannot say goodbye

 

I like that she’s black

I´m the pipe and she’s my crack

I´m a PC and she’s a Mac

I´m the bank and she’s my stack

I´m  a ship and she’s a wrack

I´m a ship and she’s highjack

I´m a camera and she’s kodak

I´m the glass and she’s cognac

I´m GM and she is my Pontiac

I´m GM and she is my Cadilac

I´m the student and she’s my backpack

I´m the gambler and she’s my blackjack

I´m the bomb and she’s my bomb rack

I´m the ball and she’s my quarterback

I´m the house and she’s my Fredie Mac

I´m the needle and she’s my haystack

I´m life and she’s a set back

I´m injury and she’s my ice pack

I´m the alpha and she is my wolf pack

I´m defense and she is attack

I´m depression and she is Prozac

I´m the head and she is a whack

I´m the face and she is a smack

I´m the horse and she my whip crack

 

Nynphomaniac

Nynphomaniac

Nynphomaniac

Nynphomaniac

 

 

 

 

I know how she feels

When she gets, gets ready

And walks out that door

She feels feminine

Powerful

In Control

 

 

You wanna know how I feel

It´s funny but somehow

I feel I´m getting a good deal

She is the black flower

I´m the white bee

I like I can have her for free

 

Huh?

 

Hahaha

 

 

 

Black

Black

Black

Black

 

Click clack

Click clack

Click clack

Click clack

 

 

Blaaack…