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She wanna, put on her favorite CD and take it off |
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She wanna, get up on top of some D and make it soft |
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She wanna, ride around off in my big beige Coupe |
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But she don't wanna go and kick it with her own age group |
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She wanna, hit the dodo 'til it make hers eyes tight |
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But her, I.D. photo picture's on the right side |
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So I, told her "get somewhere and jump you some hoop |
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or hop some jax with your buddies 'stead of flirtin' with folks |
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She wanna, smuggle Gin off in the club in her purse |
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She wanna, be the one to say that she hit it first |
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She wanna, hold the record for the most play things |
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that she done stuffed off in her nani 'fore the age 18 |
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She wanna, pierce her navel 'til it hurts like hell |
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and play it off and pierce her tongue too 'cause she like girls |
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She wanna, wrap her leg around the pole and go spin |
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until them pills that she swallowed really start to kick in... |
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She wanna, ride in a Bentley 'cause she heard they the bomb |
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She wanna, lick on a sucker 'til her lips get numb |
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She wanna, find a goldie that she know she can dig |
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and then go eat some grits and eggs until her ass gets big |
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She wanna, go adjust that look to fix her hair |
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then go take some pictures sittin' in that wicker chair |
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She wanna, let the pimpin' know she down to bone |
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but when it come to her I.D. she done forgot it at home |
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She wanna, knock a O.G., tell her girls she done got him |
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then go into vivid detail 'bout his two-minute problem |
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She wanna, drop her peachy folder down on the ground |
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and then go get a Maxim magazine to show that she's down |
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She wanna, let these players know that she ain't no kid |
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So go put this wristband on bitch so we know who you is |
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She want a diamond bracelet, a diamond necklace |
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A diamond party at thr Diamond Club with a diamond checklist... |
