| Yo let me holla at your for a minute
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| Nice cutie in the Benz with the windows tinted
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| Might look a little better with me in it
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| As long as it ain’t rented, got money, baby, spend it
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| I hate to be so blunt, don’t be offended
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| Looking good fella, I can be your Cinderella
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| I ain’t hella fake, so when the first date, can’t wait
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| We can do a little this, do a little that
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| Late night rubbing on my back, don’t know how to act
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| I be that chick with the mic in a hand, but right now
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| I’m bout to tell you what I like in a man
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| Peanut butter color, I can be your undercover lover
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| But mess up one time, I’m with another brother
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| Pretty voice, boy arouse my wind
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| Got me losing my train of thought, count to ten
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| I got clout when it comes to men, the only ones I ain’t touch
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| Be my next to kin, til then
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| Yeah, for my style rah-rah, bring it up
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| Heat to the street, heating up pasta
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| Another gun drama, come on, to mama
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| And on your way here pick up some marijuana
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| Mucha gracias, cuz some fools can act like cucaracha
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| Yeah I’ma harder, mi amor, ey tu, tu madre, like all day
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| Make you feel good like foreplay
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| Do my nigga, the world ain’t ready to get to near off
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| You my hair bowl, for real though, you either
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| Ride or die, the rain or the sea
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| I want a piece of pie, and that’s, no lie
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| Breaking up the hugs, cuz I’m longa, longa
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| Don’t ever try to play me like I taught cha
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| Deadly, Deadly…
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| What’s the deal papa, let me holla at you for a minute
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| Oh papi chulo, dame beso
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| What’s the deal papa, let me holla at you for a minute
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| Shit’s heavy when I’m it
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| Saw him at the corner store, shorty shot game
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| Thugged out, so I shot it back and asked him his name
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| So your the type of nigga that I hang with my knot
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| What the deal, rolling single or your holding a wife
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| It don’t matter though, hold it down on your end
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| If she find my number, you better tell her I’m a friend
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| Deja vu, rendesvous, me and you
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| Hit me on my cell phone, about a quarter to two
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| Slide through, you can sex me right, all night
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| Throw my legs up, do it to the candlelight
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| Keep it tight, round two on the way
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| We can thug each other out, yeah, every other day
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| I had my sisters on the catching some time, call a killa
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| Crip nigga, made my brown eyes blue, he was so fine
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| Enchanted, romantic, like Titanic
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| Gigantic, put the coochie in a panic
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| Granted, that a chameleon will please you
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| Je ve donevous, tu rendesvous
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| French kisses for the millennium, boo
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| Vu sete vamom, you too live, mom
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| Waiting for you to get that ass home
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| Ooh, vule vu coche avera, sesaw
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| Sucking my neck, ripping off my Vicky Secret bra
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| Ahh, cheri, I wanna do this in a hurry
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| It’s funny how time fly, but I ain’t even worry
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| Just wanna make sure you know I’m representing
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| Forget them other women, you only need to rock with Venom
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| Jeh tem, from the beginning to the end
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| Avetue moqua, forever friends, yes sir, that’s right |