| Lady you remind me of my raps on that Relapse shit
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| Cause you got an ass thick as them accents
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| Two ass cheek implants, call that an asset
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| 'Cause you could stick a glass on it, it’s massive
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| From the first time I saw you I actually said to myself, «I gotta meet her like
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| a taxi»
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| Exactly, love affair in the backseat
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| Sorry if I’m being graphic, but I’m stiff as a statue
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| You sat on a shelf, I feel like I’m a bust
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| Maybe I’m just ahead of myself
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| Let me slow down, slow your Camaro
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| I’m tryna catch up, I’m tryna' jump your bones to the marrow
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| Got me under your control and your spell
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| Wanna wrap you up, put you in a bow like an arrow
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| Grab you by the (meow), hope it’s not a problem in fact
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| About the only fact I agree on with Donald is that
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| So when I put this palm on your cat
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| Don’t snap, it’s supposed to be grabbed
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| Why do you think they call it a snatch
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| I just wanna climb in the sack
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| I’ma keep it 100, like my speedometer’s at
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| I’m watching you rap, I’m the dude following in back
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| About six cars back, I’m in the lac
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| And I want to (uh)
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| All day, all day, all night
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| You ask, I stay the night
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| With you, you say you’re vile
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| Me too, you’re burning up
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| I’m running…
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| All day, all night
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| You feel, my heat (fire…)
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| Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat
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| Hate to inconvenience you at the convenience store
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| But those jeans you wore, like I’ve never seen before
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| I pretend to work there, while I clean the floor
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| Checking you out, like the clerk, while he rings you up
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| Pull up behind you while you’re leaving and you don’t even know it (ayo, Rick,
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| man)
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| She’s brushing her hair, adjusting her mirror, she’s rapping my shit
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| But she wasn’t aware, I was there, or maybe she was, and just didn’t care
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| Who knows, at least that isn’t up in the air
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| It’s something to see
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| But just like a girl who thinks her coochie doesn’t stink
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| If she ain’t planning to do shit, this summers eve
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| Maybe she wants to keep me company
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| But fuck the Pepé Le Pew shit!
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| «Ain't steppin' to you, bitch,"I say to myself
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| Plus she’s bumpin' my music, ain’t chasin' no tail
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| Like a skunk in heat
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| I could sweat her to some degree
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| But fuck it, I’m the male, let her come to me
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| (Could you repeat that again?)
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| Let her come to me, male sweater, some degree, fail
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| Fuck it, pull up beside her
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| Sideswipe her, Dodge Vipe-her
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| What is a brighter ass if she wants a computer lodged in her vagina?
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| Said my dick is an apple, she said put it inside her
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| I said…
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| All day, all day, all night
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| You ask, I stay the night
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| With you, you say you’re vile
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| Me too, you’re burning up
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| I’m running…
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| All day, all night
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| You feel, my heat (fire…)
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| Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat
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| Black out, come to, hands covered in blood
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| Motherfucking gloves and a shover stuck in the mud
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| I just bodied the beat, so that hoe must’ve been dug
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| Cause it just died like «ooh, food coloring, duh»
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| So let’s get turnt, like a shish kebab, twist it Ma
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| Like an Air Conditioning knob
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| We be great together
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| Don’t care if it takes forever
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| If I gotta wait, I guess it’s better late than never
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| You felt my heat, rubbing off on you
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| I love your personality
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| Come on, little mama, you’re hot enough to melt Rick’s beat
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| Come jump in the water, I bet you get your self esteem
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| From your persona
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| With an ass to match, girl your body is lit
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| You’re striking, I’m a gas
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| Girl, you’re just gonna have to put the mother chumps on the back burner
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| You got puns, I got asperger’s
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| Just let me rest my head in between that set of Ds
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| While I shred MC’s, like cheddar cheese
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| That’s just the thoroughbred me in me, ain’t a better breed
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| My dog thinks so too, look at my predigree
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| Ma, the world is what I think of you
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| I think you’re divine, so I might swing on you
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| I’m just kidding girl, I wouldn’t lift a finger or two
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| Unless it’s the middle finger, to finger you
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| All day, all day, all night
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| You ask, I stay the night
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| With you, you say you’re vile
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| Me too, you’re burning up
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| I’m running…
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| Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat
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| Under ones and twos, threes and four (the morning)
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| Wait for the cut like Neosporin (what?)
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| He’s mixing it up for me and Lauren
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| A teddy like short for Theodore
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| We’re outtie, five thousand
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| (Who the fuck, it’s my big dick, so everybody get ready right fucking now) |