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It's like this, I'm that guy, you're so fly |
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Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie |
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I'm that guy, you're so fly |
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Gotta get a piece of that sweet potato pie |
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Now, the way of today with the homies is straight |
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Gettin' ****ed up off the dank, chronic |
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Bud, whatever you wanna call it |
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It's peace to you ****in' alcoholics |
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For makin' the proper remedy |
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'Cuz when I hit it, bitches envy me |
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You say you want wine? Yeah, I guess that's fine |
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But Thai is the sky when you talkin' about mass |
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Now, my Thai got a friend named Gin |
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Got me all straight, now my dick won't bend |
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Now, I'm ****ed for the rest of the night |
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Unless I find a piece of ass whether it's loose or tight |
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Now, looka here, looka here, I done found a bitch |
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Yummy for the dick, Jelly mix in the switch |
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Save that shit 'cuz I don't wanna be your man |
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Just need a little loosin', do you understand? |
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My mind's ****ed up off chocolate Thai |
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Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high |
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Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly |
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So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie |
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My mind's ****ed up off chocolate Thai |
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Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high |
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Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly |
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So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie |
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Thinkin' about what I'm gonna do today |
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Party at my homies 'bout eight |
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I thought about goin' to the movies |
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But ain't nothin' like a bunch of proper ass hoochies |
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Dressed like a player, can't wear nothin' less |
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Some simple ass shit, even if it ain't Guess |
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Hit a couple of shots, now I roll to the spot |
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Bitches straight peepin' wanna know what I got |
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Well, one, two, three, here comes the D |
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Pass me the rotor, ooh wee |
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And now I'm ready for you bitches |
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So gang a dick licker, do you get the picture? |
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And so much love for y'all gals |
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And peace, love, and pussy to my mutha****in' pals |
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And ay, yai, yai, I'ma stay high |
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And keep me a piece of that sweet potato pie |
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My mind's ****ed up off chocolate Thai |
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Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high |
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Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly |
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So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie |
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My mind's ****ed up off chocolate Thai |
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Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high |
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Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly |
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So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie |
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The fellas wanna have a barbecue tonight |
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I think it's on about five |
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They say it's gonna have plenty dazzey duks |
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And Les says it's gonna be live |
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So, I'ma gonna grab me a plate of soup |
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'Cuz ain't not a damn thing changed |
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And now, I'm proper when fly and shit |
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But man do I feel strange |
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So I'ma go down to the liquor store |
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And find my friend named Gin |
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And go to the girl with the flyest Thai |
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And break her off a proper twin |
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And now it's time to make some shit |
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And look for the proper niece |
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And run a little game on the P.Y.G. |
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And tell it to her somethin' like this |
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My mind's ****ed up off chocolate Thai |
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Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high |
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Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly |
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So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie |
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My mind's ****ed up off chocolate Thai |
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Hit the gin shop, now I'm so high |
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Now, I need a bitch that's proper and fly |
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So break me off a piece of that sweet potato pie |
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My mind's ****ed up off chocolate Thai |