| Girls random at the grocery with their hips on slow
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| Reaches for the Mop and Glo, lettin' that backside show
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| Cus she know, that’s why she glance back so slow
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| Avoiding eye contact before this lust thang grow
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| Damn! |
| Miss Ma’am with the mammary glands
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| To hug you from the back I’d need two extra hands
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| Sex by the cans with the okra and yams, damn
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| Imagination pacin', turnin' me hound
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| All stores say «Seeing-eye dogs allowed»
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| And yes, the flesh is willing and oh so able
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| Mind blind from video hoes and cable
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| I only grind dimes, is that close to faithful?
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| Ain’t in the race, don’t mean I can’t look out the stable
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| Don’t call me a smut, we be better than that
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| I’ll be Dr. Massuese, you can be the cat in my lap
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| Let’s be Energizer Bunnies with the battery backs
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| Girl you so lovable
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| So soft and touchable
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| But I don’t wanna fall (In love)
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| Completely huggable
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| Wonderfully fuckable
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| And you know that’s what you are, you are
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| You’re looking jazzy, with a touch of nasty
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| But you walk right past me, don’t do me that way
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| I’m staring at you at the club for about an hour and a half
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| And you smelling like you just took a shower and a bath
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| And those curves? |
| Aw, they strike a nerve
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| From your nose to your toes, your whole body’s superb
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| And I’m sure you got a mind too
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| And with my head, I can get behind you
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| If you want something solid I got it
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| I keep my game and my thang polished
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| Huh, I’m just trippin', girl, let’s just dip outta here
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| I got weed, wine, liquor and beer
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| At the spot, why not? |
| Girl, you fine as fuck
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| Don’t say no girl, don’t do me like dat
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| Huh, I don’t wanna offend ya, but I do wanna put my thang in ya
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| Girl you so lovable
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| So soft and touchable
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| But I don’t wanna fall (In love)
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| Completely huggable
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| Wonderfully fuckable
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| And you know that’s what you are, you are
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| I was gone off her features soon as I seen mamacita
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| Her tongue playing with the straw in her margarita
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| Puckering lips showin' me she got jaws to eat a
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| Dick Cheney told me watch my heart and not her features
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| But Jesus, I don’t mean to be in vain
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| But I’d tip ya with my tithe money just to get a name
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| Bartender, could you tell her to give me a shot
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| If not, Woodford on the rocks and make it a double
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| Might holla later on the block, not lookin' for struggle
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| But for an out of world experience hop in my shuttle
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| Fresh out the muzzle, trained like good hair
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| Come chop it up with me there’s some good wood here
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| Get lucky in Kentucky if you play the odds right
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| Where brothers’ll serenade a broad like
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| Girl you so lovable
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| So soft and touchable
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| But I don’t wanna fall (In love)
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| Completely huggable
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| Wonderfully fuckable
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| And you know that’s what you are, you are |