| Scope the fro from the door, baby was the bomb
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| Gotta maintain so I remain calm
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| With everything I see from a twisted position
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| Call it female intuition, I know
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| Seductive and sensual, I’m into yo
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| Calm male complexion, headin fo the midsection
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| My legal got ya flexin but chill
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| Excitement got ya freakin to the skill
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| I comes to the ill seduction when I be bustin (ya fall deep)
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| Under the influence of my speech
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| You taste my flavor, lyrical lifesaver
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| Love what I gave ya, cannot really save ya
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| So adjust to this mood
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| I’m comin freaky freaky freaky for this interlude
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| Got ya pumped up off the body
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| I just came to party, oh you brothers are so naughty
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| If you wanna roll with me
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| Here’s what you can do for me
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| 5 foot city goin on
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| Freak it till your cherry’s gone
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| You can taste me day or night
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| I know I can work you right
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| 5 foot city can’t you see
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| I can’t help the freak in me
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| You can call me pappy
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| Or you can call me daddy
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| 64 hundred spokes, three wheels and I’m happy
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| Feelin like scrappy or is it Scooby-Doo
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| Spit one spit two, I got flowers true
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| So pass that ziff to this brother G Z Whee Z
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| So I can let you down easy
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| Some broads try to see what I see
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| See bein wit a skirt but she can’t see beatin me
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| Cuz I’m a mack like that, and I pack like that
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| So if you wanna get wit me and work the track like that
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| Bringin in them revenues, shit
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| From him to her to they which one you choose
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| The advances startin enhancin early on
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| You was mouthin, there ain’t no doubtin, singin my song
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| I exit stage right, hopin I might not tweak
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| Off of all these freaks that come out at night
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| Freak 1 wanted to lick under the sun
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| Freak 2 wanna 68 my whole crew
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| Freak 3, haha, proposed to me
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| Freak 4 was knockin on my hotel door
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| Freak 5 was already inside he wanted to showcase live
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| His talent, me and my homegirls like, right
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| For you to strip teast for me
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| I could easily use the entertainin
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| If thats what makes you feel famous
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| Now me I got ya open, ya strokin yaself to do it
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| How about that party in ya pants but I’m not comin to it
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| Now who’s the next man to put his hands up
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| Miss rhyme with the superstar, she catch ya when I stand up |