The song played in the Limo while Obama got his dick sucked by Larry Sinclair

Barry’s Love Song to Larry, circa 1999

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What it is Larry, ah what’s up (what’s up)
Can a half white nigga get in them guts (them guts)
Cut you up like you ain’t been cut (been cut)
Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
Well give me you number and I’ll call (I’ll call)
And I’ll follow that ass in the limo (in the mall)
Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
While I’m beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)

[Verse One]
This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what’s the business baby
I’ve been eyeing you all day in the club mr larry
You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
So I can call you later on, on your phone or something
Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
It’s no limits to what we do, cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
I’m digging in your walls something vicious
With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut something serious
You delirious, or might I say you taste so delicious
With your pretty brown skin, like I’m enjoying your kisses
And you ah certified head doctor
Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won’t holler
Bend you over and I’ll follow you straight to the room
Where it goes down lovely in the Legion of Doom

[Chorus]

[Verse Two]
Shit, you know the deal before a half white nigga even stepped
Damn that ass hot, seems like it’s gone melt
You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
Then bust a nut all over yourself
The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause
And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall
I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
Cut you up like you ain’t been cut
From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
Turn around, you got me right
I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
So gone see about a pimp and that monkey
And that’s fo’ sho’

[Chorus]

[Verse Three]
What’s the business baby, can I get in them drawers
I like the way your hands rub against my balls
Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall
With your pretty white skin, thick thighs and all
240 petite, and your smell is unique
Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
Oh, you a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
And I’ma tell you like this, cause a nigga so real, and stay trill
Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill
And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill
So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
While I lay this dick down on you just like I’m Barry

[Chorus]

3 Comments

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3 responses to “The song played in the Limo while Obama got his dick sucked by Larry Sinclair

  1. kristy

    HOLY MACKEREL ANDY!!! =0

  2. Barbara

    I’m so awefully ashamed and discusted with this hateful, evil-spirited, bigotted, trashy, homophobic, etc this blasphemous site is I do not know quite what to make of it….. Angry, jealous, bitter “Good Ol’ Boys”; or Southern-“Fried”, silver-spooned, sophomoric, closet-case Frat Boys and unabashed Ugly American Ambassadors who have chosen the wrong path as it appears here, whether at home or abroad. Don’t any of you have if only but one Patriotic American Impulse to help not harm your country or or are you really just a corporate citizen owned and allied with in sponsorship (Fill in the Blank), Inc?
    Earning and Building Wealth when at all possible these days, I, guess, unlike the dirty moniker asigned to us who have earned our money, nous, les nouveaux riche, feel not filth, nor shame nor self-loathing, but full of gratitude, pride, joie de vivre, liberte, egalite and fraternite instead. Quel domage a vous les citoyens de Citibank et Citizens United, wouldn’t want to walk in your shoes in the future, guess I’m just not as Bhudda-like with compassion as I’m working on, still not quite that comfortable with the Karma shit either, but Namaste and good luck with the track you’re on, hope the road you and your type are navigating , ends up being better for you than I’d guess or expect!

  3. kirk kitte

    is barbara er on crack? or just plain stupid. what a revolting bigot she is. probly a nigga herself!

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