| She tryna have sex
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| I could see it in her eyes
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| Gettin straight to the point
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| No patience, no time
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| And I’m in the back chillin
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| Smoking on lemon lime
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| VIP section, just us
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| And I’m rubbin on her thighs
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| Lookin like she star struck
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| I could see it in her eyes
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| You fucking with a real nigga
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| Girl get that in your mind
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| But I’m not bout to take you home
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| And label you my bride
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| I just wanna sit back and relax
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| And get you high
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| She fuckin with me but sometimes I wonder why
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| I be lookin so good I can’t even fuckin lie
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| Eatin ice creme bitch I’m posted in the sky
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| Smoking mary jane cause it ease my fucking mind
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| Now listen to this smooth as you cruisin in your ride
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| And listen to this shit and fall deep into your mind
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| But I just bet you have cause this song hypnotize
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| I tell her get ready
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| I be takin deep dives
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| I never look back cause baby all I do is stride
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| Them other niggas wack
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| Baby I won’t tell a lie
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| We headed to the front
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| Ion ever wait in line
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| I’m smoking bubba sparx like its 2005
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| She tryna have sex
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| I could see it in her eyes
|
| Gettin straight to the point
|
| No patience, no time
|
| And I’m in the back chillin
|
| Smoking on lemon lime
|
| VIP section, just us
|
| And I’m rubbin on her thighs
|
| Lookin like she star struck
|
| I could see it in her eyes
|
| You fucking with a real nigga
|
| Girl get that in your mind
|
| But I’m not bout to take you home
|
| And label you my bride
|
| I just wanna sit back and relax
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| And get you high |