| Once again we’re taking over
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| The d-flow pimp rovers
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| The one who bent your summer lover over
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| The cool that’s never sober
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| But never hung over
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| With me the Rapanova
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| The big noser
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| Poking around under your girlfriend’s clothes
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| That’s where the Humpty nose goes when the doors close
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| I never love her slow though
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| I flow like I’m on No-Doz
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| You don’t believe me but your ho knows
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| A fly knocker when she sees one
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| I’m the one humping
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| Pumping out the premium
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| Super octane fat crack big kilos
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| Listen how the d flows
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| Rarrr rarrr like a dungeon dragon nigger aaaaaghhh
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| Like my Suziro
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| Nah I’m just bugging y’all Buster is my hero
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| I clowned anyway, It’s me though, yo
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| We got flavor and we like to flex it (ungh)
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| I’ll be right back in a minute on some old sex sh--
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| On the next verse, yo but first we must take
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| A second to reckon and shake and bake, come on
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| Shake and bake,
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| Don’t try to get away cuz baby this is it (it)
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| My freaky deaky membership is legit
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| I got a sex club gold card veteran certificate (what?)
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| You try to run I’ll put my nose on your clit
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| Cuz I’m a master of the French kiss (kiss)
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| Nasty hos know this (what?)
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| I’m a nut bust specialist (ungh)
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| A thriller of the lady killer whether chocolate or vanilla (bitch)
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| The butt filler
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| The nut spiller
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| I got a PhD in nasty
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| And baby when you walk past me
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| I’m gonna smell the flavor of that ass cheek
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| Smells like a freak to me
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| Cuz I’m a hardcore triple X rater
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| Ho fader
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| Sick new position creator
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| The mayor
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| The double up bubble butt slayer (ah ha)
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| Rock fat brown pipe layer
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| The joker
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| The butt poker
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| The ass cheek checker
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| The throat choking tight cooch stretcher
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| The bust a nut double decker booty gettin heiffer
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| The kinky ho closet freak sphincter muscle wrecker
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| You say you want to blow me
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| Yo baby you really don’t know me
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| Cuz like a DJ’s hand on the crossfader
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| The Humpty nose up in your booty shake-and-bakes like a vibrator
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| Shake and bake,
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| Your beats are tired, your rhyming is fake
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| You keep on looping up them same old done breaks
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| Your buck teeth hang out of your mouth like a rake
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| It’s cool with Humpty baby let’s shake and bake |