| B-Boy, where the fuck you at?
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| I been looking for you’re ass since a quarter past.
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| Hot peas and butter, baby, come and get your supper.
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| Before I make you suffer That’s when you had enough-a
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| Can I get hot when you hit the jackpot?
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| Surely I can, if you the man.
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| I get loose and produce large amounts of juice.
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| Can you get used to that or do you need a boost of energy to enter me and get
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| it on.
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| You’re gettin' warm.
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| I can feel you getting closer.
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| Now baby, down this Mimosa.
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| You better believe it’s time to give a toast to.
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| The woman of the decade, too bad to be played.
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| Get vex and I’m bound to throw shade.
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| All over your body.
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| Who’s body?
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| You’re body.
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| I can rock a party like nobody.
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| Leavin' time to take home the loot.
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| Choosy about who I let knock my boots.
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| Now let me take sight while your lovin' the Lyte.
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| Life ain’t all that unless you’re doing it right.
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| Keep On' Keepin On, Cause you came and you changed my world.
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| Your love so brand new. |
| Keep on keep kickin' on. |
| Doin it right, right, right…
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| Ah, ah, ah…
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| Beware of the stare when I step into peace.
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| I come in peace but I got shit that need to be released.
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| Now who from the chosen shall I choose?
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| Yeah, now you wish you was in his shoes.
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| I found me a new nigga this year.
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| That know’s how to handle this here.
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| Now I look forward to goin' home at night.
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| Brother does mo right.
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| Under the candlelight.
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| Wax upon my back, can I handle all of that?
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| I guess I can.
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| Can I, why not?
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| If I wanna guess I can. |
| Can I?
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| More honey than a bumble-bee hive.
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| Pulling 69 ways in my archive.
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| Sweet like licorice.
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| Sugar for my booga.
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| Juicy like Hi-C. |
| Or an Icee.
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| I got shit to make your ass write a bad check.
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| Cause like I said I ain’t afraid of the sweat.
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| Beat on my drum if you feel the need to.
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| As I procede to Open up and feed you.
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| I got a longing to put you where you wanna be.
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| Been I can, I get rid of all company.
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| Many have tried strict regulation.
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| Lazy motherfuckers get put on probation.
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| Those that didn’t perform well.
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| They gets no answer when they ring-a-ring-a my bell.
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| You’re playing with my time.
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| Trying to jerk me hurt me then dessert me.
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| You better work me.
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| While you got the oppurtunity.
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| To be in the midst of the L-Y-T-E.
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| Only the strong survive.
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| Only the wise excel.
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| Once said by my born-in-hell.
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| Only the lonely die slowly.
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| Left all alone try to control me.
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| Easy does it never ask how was it.
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| Never speak my info why my sheets in the streets.
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| Cause that ain’t cool. |
| And that ain’t cute.
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| To talk about who knocked the boots on a video shoot.
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| But it’s all good, though you gotta get it when you want it.
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| Like your prey, make your move and hop up on it.
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| It’s natural. |
| Never be ashamed.
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| Fuck the fame. |
| Get the name, and kick the game. |