| She said she typically would be opposed
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| (To what?)
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| To a stranger talking her up out her clothes
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| (She tryna fuck)
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| Is she talking truthful? |
| I don’t know
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| Either way, let’s take this party on the road
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| Let’s go!
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| We’re sipping on what we would like to know
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| It ain’t your business, just let me paint the pictures
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| She burning up, while your homie burnin' swishers
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| She broken up over Guilty, so let me fix her
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| A tick here, a tick there
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| Now she’s ready to get hot and heavy
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| But whenever goin steady
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| Yeah, we’re steady going to the telly
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| Put something on her belly, and something in her belly
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| And after I enter, I get dementia
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| It’s not a thing
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| (To what?)
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| To tell a chick I forgot her name
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| I know they’re saying that it’s not a game
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| But when these broads get excited
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| It damn sure feels like it
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| Let’s play
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| Let’s play!
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| Let’s play!
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| Let’s play!
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| Let’s play!
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| Yeah, let’s, let’s play!
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| Watch me catch her!
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| She’s staring at my crotch like a picture!
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| Waiting for the signal, so she could throw it at me, she’s nasty,
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| Staring at my zipper
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| I met her on (?)
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| Thought I would of struck out, but naw
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| She showed me that dug out
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| Dancing like a stripper
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| She show me that pole, she showed me that hole
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| The kung-fu gripper, woh
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| Damn, I gotta show
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| I hate, I gotta go
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| She got me coming back for another at bat
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| But I know the role, we keep is simple, I’ll leave it at that
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| But after winter, not a thing
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| To tell the chick I forgot her name
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| I know they’re saying that it’s not a game
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| But when these broads get excited
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| It damn sure feels like it
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| Let’s play
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| Let’s play!
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| Let’s play!
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| Let’s play!
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| Let’s play! |