| This is dedicated to all my girlfriends
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| I'm an asshole
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| Sticking-chicken asshole
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| Fuck the pussy of the eaters I'll be licking asshole
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| Oh, hold up, zip it question you will ask, no
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| Just be quick, unzip my shit and kiss a pair of fat balls
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| I'm the all-day chiller in this bathrobe, the rascal
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| Got your sister breathing second-hand smoke
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| She likes to, get fucked from the back while her man calls (Hello?)
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| Pick up the phone and say tonight they'll have to cancel, their plans for
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| Romantic dinner, with candle lights working overtime mean she is letting Skitz inside
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| Shit you might be chilling' on your leather couch
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| I'm hitting her upstairs like we living in the acid house
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| She loves cock, the young cocks com-bust
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| That shit sprays like buckshot, on top of her soft butt
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| Dumb slut, sex toys and what-not
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| I'll be gone before the sun's up, one love
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| While Mr. Vicious gets delicious with them bitches, I fulfill my wishes
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| No more doing dishes, kiss this nigga, here want clits and tits
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| Wicked witches, who want to suck my dick for just a sip of liquor
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| Lick my liquorice
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| I'd like to take her lips and sticking fingers (finger licking)
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| Let me stick it in I like to fill my women, fill 'em up, no kind to cum in cunt
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| I cum like Kunta Kinte
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| Got my dick up in her, sexually I'll be a sinner
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| Singing dinner by the river, let me slither free your innards
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| While my pillar's growing bigger, I deliver like gorilla
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| Make a nigga want to fuck, but she can make nigga bitter
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| I'm gonna quit her
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| Get a load brother, she's more like kitty litter
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| She was a slut, so in the end, who the hell will miss her?
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| It don't matter
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| I'm a fully loaded sex machine, the bad bitches wet dreamed to act extremely bean
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| And then I'm waiting for my African queen
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| She's my vaccine, my remedy
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| The one that I need
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| Feel that in your belly girl
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| That's true romance
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| The butterflies in her stomach make her vomit
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| She likes to front like saying "I ain't never done it"
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| But deep inside I know she might've have a hundred
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| She lies and I love it, my brother
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| The butterflies in her stomach make her vomit
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| She likes to front like saying "I ain't never done it"
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| But deep inside I know she might've have a hundred
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| She lies and I love it, nobody above her |