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*(Numskull)* |
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I'm spoilin' all bitches!! |
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Uh, |
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if ya wanna, |
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side to side, |
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let me get some, |
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side to side, |
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let me get some, |
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side to side, |
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let me f**k, |
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side to side, |
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let me f**k, let me f**k. |
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Verse 1 *(Numskull)* |
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It's like front, |
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back, |
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side to side, |
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two niggaz an two broads an both involved wit dirty drawls, |
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fo all y'alls, |
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wit all balls I'm spoilin all bitches, |
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all feticious females goin for riches, |
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delicious pussy, but never fools nobody, |
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'cause once a rat, always a rat "Who got cheese" |
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let me be the one throwin up lung from Hindu, |
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wipe my grill, peel off an then continue, |
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I got it in you, from big balls to ass tours, |
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"Who's ass you speakin on nigga?" |
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BITCH YOURS, |
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tonight's the night, |
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like the highschool prom, |
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I'm tryin to get some if your pussy is the bomb, |
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Halle Berry cut, or shaved off in the back, |
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I'm takin 'em all as long as they gone off the yak, |
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uh, |
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I come back from doin big thangs, |
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if it wasn't fo ginseng then yo pussy would be his thang, |
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but now. |
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*(Chorus)* |
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My folks ask me where I've been all day, (all day) |
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an I don't think that I should say, |
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then they ask me again. |
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Tryin to hold back my smile, (big thangs, dig that) |
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but you can't tell that ain't my style. |
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then they ask me again. |
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Verse 2 *(Yukmouth)* |
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Uh, nigga, nigga, nigga, |
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money ain't changed us, |
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smoke reefa an pull mo bitches then Moefa, |
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Brat, |
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an Queen Latifah at the same plug, what? |
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rap sangaz, an black angers, |
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work a train on yo back famous, like crack slangaz, |
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rough ryder ass like black Wranglers, |
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that fat anus be, |
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jigglin bigga than, |
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they off in a Mercedez, while I'm doin 80's, |
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on the 5-80's to the 8-80's, |
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she drank babies, |
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like Lil Kim, |
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got bitches turned out they want to get f**ked in they ass wit out havin |
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to ask them, |
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juss pass them dank an grasp them, |
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watch it crank, |
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I get my dick sucked on stage, |
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in front of the crowd when I nut in yo mouth the crowd shout like.... |
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OH-OH, OWE, OWE!! |
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nut stains on yo neck lookin like a diamond ro-ro, |
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broke hoes is a no-no fo the don't knows an the po-po penelope, |
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be trailin me, |
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they tried to tap my mobile, |
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because my game is global!! |
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She's juss a freaky thang, (freaky thang) |
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she's juss a nasty girl, (nasty girl) |
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well you can tell that ain't my style. |
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*(chorus)* |
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My folks ask me where I've been all day, |
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an I don't think that I should say, |
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then they ask me again. |
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Verse 3 *(Numskull)* |
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Those that don't got pussy, |
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be the niggaz that's f**kin the block pussy, |
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turf hoppin stop pussy, |
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that put you in the blocks pussy, |
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smellin like ice pussy, |
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bitch you got a watch pussy, |
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I like pussy, |
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so don't worry about my pussy, |
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if we get down it's 'cause we both tried to push up, |
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niggaz be on my dick like I'm the man wit all the hook-ups, |
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gimme some proper pussy, |
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that hollow tight proper pussy, |
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that fine ass, thick pregnant type hot pussy. |
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*(chorus)* x2 |
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Tryin to hold back my smile, |
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but you can't tell that ain't my style. |
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Then they ask me again. |
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Not my style. Not my style. |
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But you can't tell that ain't my style. |
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Not my style. Not my style. |
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But you can't tell that ain't my style |
