| Likes to go, eventual
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| Lead you home, come inside
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| Why you got your ass on your shoulders
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| Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch
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| I lead inside
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| Why you got your ass on your shoulders
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| Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
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| Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair
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| Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here
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| Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there
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| Create a scandal in there
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| Don’t talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there
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| Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there
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| Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there
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| Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot
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| And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot
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| It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad
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| A friend couldn’t find her cause shorty left with the God
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| And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out
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| I’m diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth
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| Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
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| And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out
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| Because ya…
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| I’m sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse
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| Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse
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| And what be makin' it worse
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| That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn’t with it at first
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| Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders
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| But now you’ll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma
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| I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends
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| As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz
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| So now I’m smackin' it up, while you backin' it up
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| With a car load of bitches now I’m packin' it up
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| Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up
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| Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up
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| Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up
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| Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up
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| Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
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| Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
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| Because ya…
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| Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself
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| With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself
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| Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga
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| So instead ya front like you ain’t really fuckin' a nigga
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| But still I really love to sit on my dough
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| And there’s nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low
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| Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
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| Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
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| Because ya… |