| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| And once we hit the skins we don’t never get with 'em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| And once we hit the skins we don’t never get with 'em
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| (Sugar Ray)
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| I find em and I feel em and then I fuck em and forget em
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| And once I get the pussy I don’t never get with em
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| Cuz they don’t really want no romance they only want finance
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| And all I wanna do is stick my dick in their pants
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| So I can bust a nut inside the cut that never heals
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| Providin' the thrills until they love the way it feels
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| Oooh, my dick gets swole when the wind blows
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| And everybody knows that material bitches are hoes
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| Gettin' every bit of nothin'
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| I promise em the world and knock the boots
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| But I be really only bluffin'
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| My name is Sugar Ray and I know just what they want
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| But all I’m tryin' to do is make a love connection with their cunt
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| Ughh, tell me if you like it (I like it)
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| Ughh, tell me if you love it (I want it)
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| Ughh, tell me if you need it (I need it)
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| Ughh, get up bitch, put your clothes on, beat it!
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| And once we hit the skins we don’t never get with 'em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| And once we hit the skins we don’t never get with 'em
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| (BK)
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| Yo I find em feel em fuck em and forget em
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| Skins I hit em, and then don’t ever want to get with em
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| Because a trick got tricks up her sleeve
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| Tryin' to play a nigga out? |
| Oh bitch please!
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| Tryin' to gain for my loot, but that’s okay I’m tryin' to play the skins game
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| with your Tim boots
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| Yo character number one her name was Lucy
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| This ole crab ass bitch that tried to juice me
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| (BK I need my nails done and my eyes plucked)
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| Aight, bitch I need my motherfuckin' dick sucked
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| And don’t you try to act foul
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| Yo just turn around so I can tap that thing doggy style
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| And I’ma let you know, wipe the cum off your face
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| And play Main Source, look out the front door
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| And run your scam on a new route
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| Cuz yo, I find em, feel em, fuck em and them I’m out
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| And once we hit the skins we don’t never get with 'em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| And once we hit the skins we don’t never get with 'em
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| (Pete Barnes)
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| Bitch I know your kind
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| And I know just what’s on your mind
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| Yeah you thought you could milk me
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| But you couldn’t get a dime
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| You fuckin' trick
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| You tried to run your game and be slick
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| You had my beeper blowin' up and every night suckin' my dick
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| Sayin' you love me, you wanna be my wife
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| And have my child
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| But I ain’t tryin' to hear it
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| Cuz I know you’re livin' foul for the cash
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| You’re corny and your style is low class
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| So you can save the drama hoe
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| And kiss my motherfucking ass
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| (Phone rings)
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| Hello? |
| (Hello, can I speak to BK)
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| Ya, who’s calling? |
| (Lucy)
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| Alright hold on baby
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| Ay yo Pete man, there’s this girl named Lucy on the phone
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| (Yo tell that bitch I don’t live here no more)
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| Ay yo Lucy? |
| right, Iain’t mad at ya, but Pete said he don’t live here no more
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| And once we hit the skins we don’t never get with 'em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| We find em, feel em, fuck em and forget em
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| And once we hit the skins we don’t never get with 'em |