| Now, relax your body, your soul, let your mind be free
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| You know Mr Lawnge is hanging so come swing with me Honey, I’ll take you for a ride or better yet ride you
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| I love to be inside you, so peep the shit that I do First I’ll lick you from your pimples to your corns
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| Cause ain’t no hoe perfect, that’s only in the porns
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| Come with me and then watch me come
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| My tip’s the only thing that’ll make you say humm
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| Seven, six, five, four, three, twenty-one
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| Come on, big pussy, come and get some
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| Without haste, your time I won’t waste
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| But if you want a taste bring your neck brace
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| I’m extremely long slow down, you’ll choke fast
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| Tip so big the Heimlich manoeuvre couldn’t save your ass
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| Not to be bragging, your tonsils I’ll be tagging
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| Yes, I’m going to use a bag and guaranteed to keep you gagging
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| So what’s up, honey? |
| No, you don’t get no money
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| But I can tempt your tummy with the taste of nut and honey
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| The Sugar Dick Daddy can
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| If you do for me I’ll do for you, a one-night stand
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| I’ll hit you off, baby, shit I’m not selfish
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| But I brought a can of FDS in case I smell fish
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| With a flick of the tongue I can trim your hedge
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| I lick so much clit you’d think my name was Big Reg
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| Of course, I’ll take you out and wine and dine you first
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| But, hold up! |
| No drinks, I want to quench your thirst
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| Now why you blushing, baby, I see you coughing
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| Itching and scratching at your neck so very often
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| Tell Mr Lawnge your every need and I’ll devote
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| No, you don’t need a Luden or a Halls, I’ll coat your throat
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| You can’t deny so don’t try to get fly
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| Or I’ll just say bye-bye, you know why?
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| Cause it’s cool when ya cause a cosy condition
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| That we create, cause that’s our mission
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| Aww shit, girl, don’t get me starting
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| I’ll put you on your knees and grab your ears like you was Martin
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| Wet from Moet, she played the piper like a pal
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| What a great gal with a mouthful of Cristal
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| Cause honey saw me romping with the Legion
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| She wants to feel the pressure on her lower pelvic region
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| I’ll do the things you wouldn’t believe, I won’t leave you falling
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| Like niggas that 'get it and come’like their mother’s calling
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| Check it, I’ll knee it, I’ll feel it, I’ll give it crazy joy
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| Cause I’ve been fantasising 'bout you since Ola Ray was in Playboy
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| No shit, I’m serious and I want to get physical
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| And leave you making noises like the sound of a busy call
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| On the phone, I’m nasty, be sure you wash your hands
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| Live, I’m playing condoms like it was a rubber band
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| Inside you, me, inside the plastic
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| You’ll like it when I finish and your legs is acting spastic
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| Slow down, babes, I’ll get a towel for a clean scene
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| And your uniform honey, you made the team
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| Hip hip hooray to you, and all the same
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| Exercise and maintain for our next home game
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| Here’s to all the bona fide with style
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| With lipstick on my boxers, I just think of you and smile
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| You buck wild child, thanks for the love, it’s on The sweaty steam roll, and thanks for not trying to touch my butthole
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| Now tell your girls I want them to meet my 'lil fren'
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| Nah, I’m playing,, until I see you again |