| In about four bars a married man will begin to speak
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| M-m-m-m-m-m-many have claimed, to obtain, levels of boning
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| But when I meet their women I’m like, «They must be joking?»
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| They stroking, but after ten minutes you begin gizzing
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| Bend her down, flip her 'round, find a way to switch position
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| Changing, rearranging, let her seduce ya
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| Don’t try to rush the panties cause you’ll always be the loser
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| And laughed at, hated on, you can’t perform
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| With those that control they tongue, on and on and on
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| Let’s get specific, my frame crescent thicken, you’re sexually uplifted
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| With the freak in you, don’t act the way these cats do
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| Way I maneuver, Kama Sutra give me a statute
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| So now I ask you, and tell you brothers literally
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| When it comes to hooking up with these ladies y’all ain’t better than me
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| Down with RNC, endlessly reciting poetry
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| Anytime I’m in the bed my wife is there exploring me
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| Then I «No!» |
| I’m not ready to share my game plan
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| Many say they’re free, but this style, they haven’t attained yet
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| Renege you, son, bumping through dunn, don’t you know its your biology to cum
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| What separates the men from boys, masturbation from love making
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| Is making your women really humm
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| Cause by the time you finally get her open she get done
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| And rock the body, then UP you gotta run
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| See only a sucka pull a move like that
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| Then wonder why your women getting hers behind your back
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| Select the right time and place
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| Put it in her face, and taste creation of the human race
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| Its all about the physical built up you created
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| Your time wit it kid, and let her escalade
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| Then while you’ll STICK!, she’ll GRIND!
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| Don’t touch youself, she’s out of time, here’s another rhyme |