| This right here is for all the girls
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| Who I used to talk to who didn’t amount to be shit in life
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| You know what im sayin? |
| All the girls who used to call
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| Their man on me when I was in front of the building
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| Just tryin' to get their numbers
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| Try’na put my seed up in 'em, you know.
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| All the girls who gave me a wrong number
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| When I just asked them for their fuckin' phone number
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| Tryin' to call 'em and hook up for a date and all that shit…
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| All the girls who left me in restaurants eatin'…
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| Talkin 'bout they gonna use the phone
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| And left me with the fuckin bill…
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| HA! |
| It was all a dream, I used to read Playboy magazine
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| Niggas gettin' their dick licked with whipped cream
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| Women from all places, no matter what their race is
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| Mami wanna put punani where your face is
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| I said «Ha, Whut?» |
| Put my face by her trap
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| Smoke weed, bamboo, lick her in her private spot
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| Way back before niggas even started smokin' crack
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| They used to act, proooo black
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| Remember Brand Nubian, 'One for all'?
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| Who ever thought Akinyele would get paid for grabbin' his balls
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| Now I’m in the strip bar, big rap star
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| Time to get laid, which one of y’all girls wanna get paid?
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| The lieu. |
| tenant, sit behind windows tinted
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| Remember when I used to push cars that was rented
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| Now I cop the drop top, made thier hearts stop
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| Drive another block, they be like «yo, that was Ak!»
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| Huah! |
| I stay away from the A-I-D
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| Pack condoms like guns cuz thats the way I be
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| One love to the late great Eazy-E
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| Larry Flynt, Hugh Heffner, and Ron Jeremy
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| Huah! |
| I get pussy you know how I do
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| Call the crib last four numbers, ten-eighty-two
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| What the fuck?
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| My coochie is soo juuiicy, yeah (4x)
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| I can take the girl from the local streets
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| And take her to Cancun and fuck her on the beach
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| And Im far from cheap, I make sure all my niggas get laid
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| Open your legs girl, make some way, Hey-ay!
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| Around the way they used to diss me, girls never kiss me
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| Now they writing letters how they miss me
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| I never thought that hard work could pay off and shit
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| I was too used to jerkin' off and shit
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| Now the hunnies play me close, like the butter play the toast
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| When I’m grabbin 'em, I’ll be baggin' them like a Coach
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| Condos in Queens, head blown for weeks
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| Feelin' up the cheeks of the 'put it in ya mouth' freaks
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| Raw sex is what I fear, so I pack condoms when it comes to this here
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| I hump bitch! |
| A bunch of bitchs grabbed the family jewels
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| Considered a fool cuz I get more ass than a mule
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| Stereotype of a perverted nigga misunderstood… and its still all good
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| Yea this for all the girls when I used to call they house
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| They see my number on the caller ID
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| And they never pick up the phone. |
| fuck you…
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| This for all the girls when I call 'em
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| They answer their phone like «Hello» and when I say
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| «Its Ak» they act like their fuckin 'sleep.
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| Yeah fuck you…
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| This is dedicated to the Notorious B.I.G
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| Oh my-my coochie oh its so fuckin' juicy
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| Talkin bout my coochie oh its fuckin' juicy (8x) |