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*****, it's MellowHype, what, you forgot? |
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Yeah, Left Brain on the beat |
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Got a ***** for everyday of the week |
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Not to mention the runner ups, told them no mentioning me |
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It go 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1 |
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Monday through Sunday, someone new sleeping with me |
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Long as she keep going strong, make sure I sleep comfortably |
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It go 7, 6, 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 7, 6, 5, 4, 3 |
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She rolling marijuana and she let it all |
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It's only Wednesday, that's humpday, we finna' get it on |
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I like them white body woman, think she a little toned |
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Camera shoot, don't like cameras, mount it and film at home |
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So many people be calling ya boy, HB just stalling (Oh girl!) |
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Wake up after sleep to birds and tweet she still all on ya boy |
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Open my eyes to a pair of *****, bacon and some grits |
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Got my Thursday coming soon and oh she with the *****t |
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No effort to get it wetter, she hit the split, she hit the split |
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I walk around here free balling, play for the Knicks, she give me kiss |
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Gloss wearing off to the max, our lips, they stick together |
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Speaking tounge until it splits, until it splits |
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That ***** it twist like my nose rings, as she's rubbing my plugs |
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This Tempur-Pedic's the sweetest, she's white as a dove |
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Baby believe it, you're eager to be here, just say you're in love |
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It'll be the meat to the cleaver, Jesus she's about to pull up, Friday |
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You can't control a man, can't force him to hold ya hand |
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She get deep and then we snap like rubber bands, a hunnid bands |
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Arrays of shades and underhands, the storm is now is thundering |
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You start stuttering, mumbling |
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Hurry up and buy, thanks, come again |
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You purchased enough time here, arguing with the ca*****er |
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Can't you see that there's a line here, selfish ass |
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You ain't the only fish in sea with ya' shell fish ass |
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And I'm selling 'em by the seashore |
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Where our resigns take a detour |
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You always mad at something, ***** you gotta be mad at me for? |
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All the things that I do, this *****t just keep me powerful |
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*****t, now the world should be your rival |
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I'm the ***** standing right beside you |
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And everything is temporary, especially in February |
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Valentine and chocolate cherries, I'm copping 'em voluntarily |
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I keep my gang tight, rolling downhill, all news bearing |
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Pick her up and drop her off, but with them heels and gold earrings |
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I found this *****, first she was lost |
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Look at her now, ***** I ain't sharing |
