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(feat. Pep Love, Persia (Mama's)) |
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[female singer scatting and singing] |
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[Pep Love] |
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She a fly video chick dime |
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With them thick wide hips and them lips divine |
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I'm tryin to get mine |
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With finesse I address and she transgress |
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Then I "Loch Ness," agress and progress is made |
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How Lo' got a sexy babe |
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I'ma take her to my condo and misbehave |
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But I'ma take my time, po' a glass of wine |
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Roll a blunt, turn on the television, that ass is mine |
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She put her drink down, she started yawnin |
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I said "you actin," she said, "you stallin" |
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"Tell me what you want how you want you can get it like; |
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What the reason is you think that I'm even here tonight" |
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I said, "Honey all you had to do was say somethin" |
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She said, "Homey all you had to do was say somethin" |
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I like it when you lay flat, poke it out like that |
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Turn it over, take it in the face, SPLAT |
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[Chorus x2: Persia and Hieros] |
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She said why don't you talk dirty (I had her singin) |
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I really don't mind (I had her singin) |
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- Take a little time, to the max we climb |
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- Let me know what's on yo' nasty mind |
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[Opio] |
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Little girl - you're just a little girl |
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I need a woman in my world, someone who confidant and thorough |
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Who got - who got fantasies inside, you know who you are |
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I'll let you in my ride, then let you handle me, we do fog |
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The windows up, in the truck, when we buckwild and give a **** |
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Just to get a nut, adrenaline will pump now (wow) |
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She's an "Uptown Girl," and I'm swervin like Billy Joel |
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In the fo'-fifty-fo', let's hit the road |
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When I downshift, she comin out her outfit |
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Diggin how she lose her inhibition, pole position in the left lane |
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Give brain while I'm switchin gears, clit is pierced |
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But this one is not a punk rock chick |
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Said she love my shit, and she wanna get close to me |
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With them bottom stilettos, a ass full of groceries (oh whoa) |
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If you knowin me, then that's how it's 'sposed to be |
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Curlin my toes up like genie boots when she blowin me |
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[Chorus] |
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[Pep Love] |
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Hieroglyphics on deck and these chickies want sex |
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In the city so we Mr. Big, dig the best |
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On tour, at the afterparty, encore |
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It's like a bachelor party, breezies takin clothes off |
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[Opio] |
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Handcuffs, no I'm, dippin like Sugar Shane Mosley |
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Hookers can't control me, so we |
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[Pep Love] |
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Bounce to the next like accounts do to checks |
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When there ain't no money in it then we pounce on the set |
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[Opio] |
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From the North to the East to the South to the West |
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See me, a cunning-linguist, I can vouch for myself |
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Don't believe me, come and see us at my house in the 6 |
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Make a baby in your mouth, Guinness Stout, then we dip |
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[Chorus] |
