| Yo, been watchin' you for awhile
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| Don’t know if it was your lips or it was your smile
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| Don’t know if it was your hips or it was your style
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| Until you put that thang on me, that’s when shit got wild
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| We started off good, goin' to UnPlanned Parenthood
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| Leavin' the condoms by the bed and the drawer
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| Until one night you let the nigga put the head in
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| And we ain’t never use them motherfuckers no more
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| Started goin' in and out with the raw sex
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| Pulled it out, skeeted on your chest
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| Like bring your ass here
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| Playin' Justin Slayer to your Jasmine Cashmere
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| Till one night you said, «Baby leave it right there.»
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| I figured I had met my match
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| Tongue on my neck, fingernails in my back
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| I figured we was cool, she said she was on the patch
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| So I stroked and I stroked and finally left off a batch
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| Like Ahhh!
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| I try, you try
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| I try, you try
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| Just how close we came
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| Just how close we came
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| I try, you try
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| I try, you try
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| Just how close we came
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| Before you cum inside of me
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| A few months went by and I’m really startin' to dig her
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| Lunch in the park, picnics by the river
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| Sexin' all day and all night, shit is ill
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| So she switch from the patch and started takin' the pill
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| Until one night she put my hand on her stomach
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| And said, «Baby, we gon' be a family once I pop this kid.»
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| I said, «Bullshit
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| So let me back it up
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| And just explain to you, exactly what your options is
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| Option one: Take this nigga to the Hoover
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| Or option two: Fuck on, I never knew ya.»
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| I know it sounds crazy and it seems prideful
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| But I
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| Couldn’t shake the feelin' that I was lied to
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| She ran out the room with mad tears in her eyes
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| Left her pills on the dresser right by my copy of Get Back
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| I put 'em in my hand
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| Then put one in my mouth
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| Sure enough, all this time she been poppin' Tic Tac’s
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| First time I did it I said I wouldn’t do it again
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| In and out, long stroke, no glove on
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| But it feels so good when she let me in
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| Get a hold of yourself boy
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| You’re gonna me caught up
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| I think she got me caught up
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| Oh, she’s gonna get me caught up
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| I think she got me caught up
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| Well, well
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| I try, you try
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| I try, you try
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| Just how close we came
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| Just how close we came
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| I try, you try
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| I try, you try
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| Just how close we came
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| Before you cum inside of me
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| You know what I’m sayin' like… when you told me you was on the patch
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| I didn’t know you was talkin' about the Nicotine patch motherfucker!
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| Now you got me up here, I’m gonna be here in this court up here
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| On these trumped up charges. |
| Got me here on these facetious allegations
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| Under these false pretenses. |
| What kind of shit is that? |
| You triflin' heifer |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Close Call , by - 88-Keys. Song from the album The Death Of Adam, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп