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RZA - Good Night |
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Good night, here's your kiss |
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Sleep well and make a wish |
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Don't be scared, I won't bite |
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I keep you warm, and hold you tight |
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Your dynamite antics, drove me to your magic |
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Merrily down the stream, you got me going frantic |
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Enchanted by your kiss, the apple's gigantic |
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In your Atlantic abyss, I'mma sink my Titanic |
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Granted your wish can be captured on candid camera |
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Oh shit, I got to pamper you |
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With this hand-trick gambit, open handed |
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Edible panties, no need for the hamper |
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We can spread out on the floor like Pampers |
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Chanting Karma Sutra, you got me speaking Spanglish |
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Mamacita, **** semantics |
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God damn it, you understand it? |
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I'm about to blow like somebody pushed the panic |
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You fever the gene that Yacub sub-planted |
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Shape and mold ya body just like ceramics |
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Big valley rodeo style, above to stand with |
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Dream, dream, cream, cream |
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Legs open, I'm in between |
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You quench and scream, I split your gene |
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My chi, my yi, my shit, my jig |
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My lee, my con, crown me Kong King |
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Bottles of Ginseng, Jamaican ting |
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Wood root, it's the ultra sheen |
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Your flower being blossomed, pollinate like Spring |
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Love, love, love is in the air, fireplaces, winter time |
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Bottles of wine, cuddled up with a friend of mine |
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She a dime, and in her physical prime |
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So every time we grind, she get a chill up her spine |
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Sign is Virgo, she from Chicago |
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She like my slow flow, and like my turbo |
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I'm like yo, we can burn the herbal |
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I got the purple, and you in my circle |
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By them hips I can tell she fertile |
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So I'mma take my time and as slow as a turtle |
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And I like her verbals, that wine she gurgle, got her acting terrible |
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And that ass is durable, had her bent over in the Bentley convertible |
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The girl was beautiful, my flow was surgical, and now I'm preferable |
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When tonight chime, I taste your kiss |
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I make a wish, for you |
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When tonight chime, I feel your kiss |
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I make your dreams come true |
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She was gorgeous, wit an ass that make you cum fast like Porsches |
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Face look like a portrait, body like a fortune |
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Mills in small bills, and tar heels, flexing sex appeal |
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Got my mind pondering, wandering how the sex would feel |
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First to kill she'd be an assassin, main part of her attraction |
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Was a chance to fast, stopped her and asked her name |
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Compliment of the elegance, she blushed, respond with intelligence |
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Her scent was heaven sent |
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Offered me a drink, beautiful with dead presidents |
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A few drinks later, we back at her residence |
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Surprised, in 35, I was deep between her thighs |
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When she came, she cried, looked me deep in my eyes and said |
