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Prison bitch(complete version) Lyrics

Prison bitch(complete version) by Rodney Carrington  

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Prison bitch(complete version) They say our love is taboo,
that what we're doing is wrong.
But I don't care what they say,
'cause my love is so strong.
They tell us we should be ashamed,
we're not husband and wife.
But I cherish each moment with you,
I'm so glad you're in my life.

You're my prison b**ch, my prison b**ch.
you're not like other men
I'm glad we share a prison cell,
when lights go out at ten
I can't escape the way I feel, now that would be a crime.
As long as I am doing you,
I don't mind doing time.
Cause your my prison b**ch, my prison b**ch.
And I have no regrets.
I got you for a candy bar, and a pack of cigarettes.
At first you were resistant, but now you are my friend,
I knew that I would get you in the end

Prison b**ch, prison b**ch.
I guess that you were sent from up above.
Prison b**ch, prison b**ch.
And now you are my prisoner of love.

(prison b**ch singing:)
I'm your prison b**ch, your prison b**ch.
And you're a sex machine.
I only have but one request, how 'bout some vaseline.
I'm tired of this prison cell, I need to get away.
They sentenced me to seven years,
not seven times a day.
I'm your prison b**ch, your prison b**ch.
You nymphomaniac, I really hate these knockers,
that you've tattooed on my back.
I thought that I could break away, but now I'm losing hope.
And God I'm tired of picking up the soap

Prison b**ch, prison b**ch.
Turn out the lights 'cause I can hardly wait.
Prison b**ch, prison b**ch.
When I get out, I'm ready to go straight.

You're my prison b**ch, my prison b**ch.
I'll never say good-bye.
You're not like all the others,
too bad they had to die.

On second thought, I think I'll stay if you want me to,
your prison b**ch is never leaving you.

At first you were my cell mate,
but now you're my soul mate.
So come here baby, come here!

Oh no! Not again!
Now I know why they call you a hardened criminal.

Hang on! You about to find out why they call this the "pokey".



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