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[Hook] x2 |
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More more junk in the trunk than a Honda |
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More more junk in the trunk trunk |
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More more junk in the trunk than a Honda |
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More more junk in the trunk trunk |
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More more junk in the trunk than a Honda |
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More more junk in the trunk trunk |
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More more junk in the trunk than a Honda |
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More more junk in the trunk trunk |
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[Verse 1] |
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***** was thick |
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36 in the hips |
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With teardrop ***** |
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And some ****-sucking party lips |
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Pardon me miss |
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Is this seat taken? |
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I've been watching from across the room |
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You shaking |
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For Christ's sake, with a face like that |
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How's your daddy ever hold you back |
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I got the big white Caddy |
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And it's parked in your lot |
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I'mma drive you around and around the bock |
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Lock the doors |
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Sit back, recline |
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And tell the Ave |
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What's on your mind |
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It starts between the legs |
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And crawls up your spine |
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Make that kitty |
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Turn from a cat into a lion |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2] |
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I leaned in for a kiss |
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And she couldn't resist |
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Dropped the keys in her hand |
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She grabbed a hold of my **** |
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***** was swift |
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With the kung-fu grip |
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Little Miss Ticklish |
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Licorice stick |
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Took a trip with the tip of my tongue |
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From her lips to her ***** round her belly button |
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Now baby talk, tell me somethin' |
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Ever met a man so damn handsome? |
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Started laughing at my own jokes |
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Tickle in the tonsils |
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***** damn near choked |
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Picking up speed |
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I wickered off my seed |
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Oh please, don't stop |
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Oh please, oh please |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3] |
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Time to split |
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Find a way out this ***** |
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With a goodbye kiss |
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And some fake digits |
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I take it slow until it's time to roll |
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And never looked back out the rear window, yo |
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Now they want to call me a criminal |
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Because I got a chemical ritual |
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Yo *****, ain't this your stop? |
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Because now here come another mama, oh God |
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[Hook] |
