| That’s her, man?
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| Naw, that ain’t her, man!
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| You bulls***tin', man!
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| That ain’t her, man!
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| Hell yeah!
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| I remember her, n****!
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| I was tenth grade sophomore, she was in the twelfth
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| She used to call me childish, 'cause on her booty I felt
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| It was big, it was bouncy
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| It was soft, yet firm
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| That’s why I went to school — I wasn’t tryin' to learn!
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| I never got my turn
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| She never gave me a chance
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| I used to daydream of takin' off those Chic jean pants
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| At the High School Dance
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| She just let it all hang
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| Bootin' it over, makin' that a** swang
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| The DJ was from New Orleans, the music was hype
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| She got loose all night, I think the juice was spiked!
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| I was high as a kite, I thought the time was right
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| To ask her for a dance — she said, «Naw, that’s alright!»
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| I played it off, walked back across the flo'
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| F*** that, ho! |
| Didn’t wanna see her no mo'
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| But, about 150 pounds and 10 years later
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| Seen her at the grocery store, she tryin' to
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| Holla' at a player
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| She useta be so fine to me
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| Now she'…fatter than a motherf***er!
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| That ho is huge!
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| That’s a big ole bee-itch!
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| She useta be so fine to me
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| I tried to run, I tried to duck
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| But I couldn’t get away, she was wide as f***!
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| She ask me for a hug, I buried my face 'tween in her titties
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| But all I could think about was how she used to bulls*** me!
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| Back in the day, when she was cheerleadin'
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| They was fine with all this screamin', had my eyes was bleedin'
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| I was concentratin' on her, though
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| Them pretty eyes
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| That pretty a**, them pretty titties, and them pretty thighs
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| But now, she’s a hefty heffer
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| Seems like everything on her body just melted together
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| But it wasn’t no thang, gave her my number and all
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| And then I stepped, she said.
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| You better call me, n****
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| I’mma call you, girl
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| Y’know I’mma call you
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| So — uhhh — is that the 713 or the 832?
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| Chirp me!
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| Okay, okay — that’ll work, that’ll work
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| She useta be so fine to me
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| Now she’s…fatter than a motherf***er!
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| That ho is huge!
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| From elegant to elephant
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| She useta be so fine to me
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| I couldn’t wait to go and tell all the n****s I went to school with
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| How she used to be look like «Ohhhh, damn!»
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| Now she looks like, «Oooh, s***!»
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| But before I picked up the phone, I sat back and thought
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| Maybe she got a problem and it wasn’t her fault
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| So, I grabbed the number she gave me and used it
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| Wasn’t no hard feelings, had to call her to prove it
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| «Whasssup? |
| This D? |
| Whatcha doin'?»
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| She said, «I'm in the kitchen!»
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| «Fixin' some pork chops and chicken.»
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| Stove Top Stuffin', macaroni and ham
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| With some purple whole peas and yams
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| I’m like «Damn!»
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| «How many kids you got?»
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| She said, «None.»
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| «Where you live girl? |
| s***! |
| Here I come!»
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| Come on in, n****
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| I’ll fix you a plate and everythang
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| Whassup?
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| Oooooooh!
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| Did these purple whole peas yourself, girl?
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| Sho' did
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| Ooooooh!
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| She useta be so fine to me
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| (I like that pork chop)
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| Fatter than a motherf***er!
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| And that chicken
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| Yeah, I like the breasts, too
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| Oooh! |
| Speaking of breasts, what cha got there?
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| She useta be so fine to me
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| (Grab that one, nibble on that one)
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| Fatter than a motherf***er!
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| You went over and did it, huh?
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| Had to go over and had to hit it and split it man
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| Had to get wit' it, man — the way she did it
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| Hahahahaaha!
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| Yeah, man, but I had an old school picture man
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| I had it in my wallet, man, for so long
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| So as I was jukin' that head, I was
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| Lookin' at that picture, man
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| At the same time, tryin' to remember
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| Picturin' how she useta look
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| Had to hit it because she used to look good
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| 'Cause she used to be fine
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| She useta
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| I hit it, too, man
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| I was about to go home, laid on one titty and grabbed the other
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| And it was over with
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| Hahahahaha!
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| She useta be so fine to me
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| Now she’s…fatter than a motherf***er!
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| She’s livin' large
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| (She used to be so fine, too!)
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| From elegant to elephant
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| Still cute, she still got the same face
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| She still cute
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| She just got big ankles
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| Ankles wide |