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(Intro: Scotty) |
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Lovely lady, I like the things you say |
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The things you do, that makes you a |
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Lovely lady, through the ups and the downs |
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Smiles and the frowns, you always around |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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I take you back when I first met her, I had the leather |
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New better, than a sweater plated, smooth as a love letter |
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Checkin' the action, pretty eyes, attractin' |
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Sunzini in the place to be, ladies, what's happening? |
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Lights, cameras, baby, I'm not your amateur |
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Put it on you, good hood, P-Sunn the damager |
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I called a glimpse and from a distance, and in an instance |
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Approach her a like a queen, show her that my chi is king |
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Manueve a piece on the scene clean, pardon me miss |
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Excuse me, I think I seen you in a magazine |
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Peace Queen, I be the God Sunzini |
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She said I'm Irene, a pleasure to meet you, but only love I greet ya |
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All smiles, plus she dug my demeanor |
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She can tell I was a lover on reefer, we got deeper |
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Conversation fascinatin', spectacular |
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Energy post-satan, she was feeling the flatula |
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(Chorus: Scotty) |
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Lovely lady, I like the things you say |
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The things you do, that makes you a |
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Lovely lady, through the ups and the downs |
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Smiles and the frowns, you always around |
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Lovely lady, and you starting it right |
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Beauty's tight, girl you light up the night |
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Lovely ladies, yeah, and I must confess |
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You do it the best, and pass all tests |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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Good loving from beginning to end, through thick and thin |
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Together we in, indented like juice and gin |
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Tighten the loose ends, notice Sunn will stay producing |
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Skip the illusion, she screamin 'Zini do it again |
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Gaspin' for action, psyche, attackin' with passion |
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Bitin' the neck, squeezin' her chest, romancin' |
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Hit her fast, slow, keep it on the low, Assassin |
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Sixty Seconds on the clock, and I'm still mashin' |
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Shape-shape, bodily fashion, pussy's smashin' |
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Couldn't get enough of the dragon, the sea captain |
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You know the happening's, for now I'm strappin' |
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First rules of intercourse, get no bear backing |
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Smackin', hit her with the monkey wrench |
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Shorty had bank, like Merrill Lynch |
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But she loved to get her nipples pinched |
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Pardon my French, I love them ladies |
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I got admit, sometimes they drive you crazy |
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(Chorus) |
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(Prodigal Sunn) |
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I love 'em sweet, sexy and smart, sparkin' with a lot of soul |
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And baby, if you left me, I can be your pot of gold |
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I show you how to roll it, Sunn, will never fold |
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Silent as a rocket, completin' in control |
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Alotta rockets sold, did my thing around the globe |
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The greatest story never told, written in the scrolls |
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I treat you like a rose, let you know I'm hear to grow |
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Forget so and so, selfish jealous silly hoes |
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Lace you with precious, stoned, amazed by your pretty tone |
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Baby girl bone, mommy got it going on |
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Boo, I treat you right, I never ever treat you wrong |
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You listen to the words of this song, love you long |
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And I'm keep it strong, slide it up in them thongs |
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A rump-a-pump-pum, hit it up, like a drum |
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Fe-fi-fo-fum, here I come, come |
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Come get some, girl, if you want some |
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(Chorus 2X) |
