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Uh |
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Now look in the mirror |
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Tell me what you see |
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It's the bombdiggy dogg baby, wha |
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(We rubbin tonight) |
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(We be lovin tonight) |
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I remember seein u in spaghetti straps |
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Napsack held up by yo ass back |
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When I seen it, I was like DAMN! |
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Girl, do you have a man? |
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Body looked like it was wrapped in saran |
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Hear me |
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Told me no, I was kind of surprise |
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Really |
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Out late night, spending mad cash chillin' |
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See the walk you were walkin, open my eyes |
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And the talk I was talking, parted your thighs |
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But there ain't nothing wrong |
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'Cause we both grown |
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Hitting in morning til we strong grown |
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And we strong moan and waking up the block |
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And getting all confused, not sure if im your boyfriend |
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Don't dwell on these minor details |
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Let's cruise with the wind blowing, speed the sails |
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We could rock on, and cruise on |
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Plus your tight skirt be flashing your thong |
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Shit's on, oh girl |
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CHORUS (Saukrates) |
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You frontin like I ain't 'bout to knock it (mm mm) |
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I got a rocket in my pocket (mm mm) |
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Two tickets to your ecstacy |
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And one for this chick standing next to me |
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If she with it, shit I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) |
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Baby is u wit it (is you wit it, you know i'm wit it, wit it) |
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I'mma hit it (I'mma hit it) |
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I'mma hit it |
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See I was peeping your style |
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You was sitting at the bar with your hand on a Marnier Grand |
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Now baby doll these people, notice who you are |
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So they ready try to score |
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Pulling out their bill folds, buyin red rose to give you |
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I chill on the humble in my jeans and steel toes |
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I see your eyes movin in stealth mode |
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But then you realize, oh shit it's Chocs on the side |
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She movin to my side, and when she walks she glides |
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Body looking strong like Cadillac designs |
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She moves close, her finger running up my elbow |
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And then invites me to her humble abode |
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Check it, |
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Now before I get it, first she walks around nekkid |
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Says she loves prospects and talks about her fetish |
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How she loves dark skinned men, hairy chested |
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She's hefty breasted, movements fuel injected |
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She says she's rough at first, but when I start to groan |
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I be closing every night and take it straight to the dome |
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So we could rule the world or you could stay at home |
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But tonight she be ready to bone, it's on |
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Oh boy |
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(CHORUS) |
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See this is for my ladies in open toed shoes |
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And belly chains that make money and like their sex sweaty |
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Like the sex messy and ready to go |
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And not afraid to say they ready to bone (it's on) |
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And not afraid to peel off the thong |
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And not afraid to take it straight to the dome |
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And for my dogs that make laws and cruise offshore |
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With five in the pocket, or drop shitty cars |
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For when it comes to strokes, bring beatness to Mars? |
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And take no crumb cake to clear out the bars |
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Watch yourself girl when you're playing it close |
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'Cause you'll get the strokes and then we're ghost |
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It's on |
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(CHORUS 2x) |