| Lay back and spread your legs, spread your thoughts
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| Pray for you, open your mind
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| Get 'em high (get 'em high)
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| Get ready for the pressure, head so fire
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| Can’t knock me down, no
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| I ain’t Keri Hilson, my walls don’t lie
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| Hood bitch think she cares that her hips don’t lie
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| All dogs go to heaven, what’s your, what’s mine?
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| Handful of ice, yeah, takin' my time
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| Slow down before your get tied
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| Too much smoke in your air, I know your lungs gon' get tired
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| My heart got a icebox inside
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| My juice box got a juice box inside
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| Thug Passion, like Tupac inside
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| One nut make you feel like it’s two hundred times
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| One nut make you feel like it’s two hundred times
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| Gave me a ticket, said, «It's your turn to ride»
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| «Are you big enough?"I said, «Let me see the size»
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| I don’t believe in dick print, show me how it really hit
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| Just because she ain’t think don’t mean she cannot take dick
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| Get 'em high
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| Get 'em high
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| Bust it open on sight
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| Bend it over, hit it from the side
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| We been goin' all night
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| Challenge me baby, put me to the test
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| Killin' me softly, put your weapons in my flesh
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| Killin' me softly, put your weapons in my flesh
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| I can feel it
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| From my stomach to my chest
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| I can feel it, yeah
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| My stomach to my chest
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| Oh yeah, take control of me
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| Go deep, bring it close to me
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| Legs round your neck like a rosary
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| I think he hate me, he keep chockin' me
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| Told him shoot up the club, he got his pole in me
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| Got a different… every day of the week
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| Nobody ever told me 'bout the birds and the bees, nah
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| Get ready for the pressure, head so fire
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| Can’t knock me down, no
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| I ain’t Keri Hilson, my walls don’t lie
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| Hood bitch think she cares that her hips don’t lie
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| All dogs go to heaven, what’s your, what’s mine?
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| Handful of ice, yeah, takin' my time
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| Slow down before your get tied
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| Too much smoke in the air, I know your lungs gon' get tired |