| To my bimma'
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| Never seen a girl
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| Who hypnotize like you
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| Who walk like you
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| Who talk the way you do
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| Lately I’ve been plottin'
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| To slip you out those cottons
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| You want it girl you got it
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| I just want to spoil you rotten
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| Quit fuckin' around and let’s fuck around
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| I just want to spoil you rotten
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| Quit fuckin' around and let’s fuck around
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| I just want to spoil you rotten
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| Take the melancholy mix it with Moët
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| Make it rain make her get more wet
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| Take my chain rep my set
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| Give her something that she won’t forget
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| Awful fall but niggas wanna' stay hot
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| Bonfire with they friends oo-fire, oo-fire
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| Say they gettin' to these ends
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| You liar you liar
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| Circle jerkin holdin' hands
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| Kumbaya kumbaya
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| Oo-mama why you hangin' wit this Bumbaclot
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| Come and kick with your boy baby I got room for ya'
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| Sim-sima
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| Who got the keys to my bimma
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| Who get you wetter than the keys in September (please remember)
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| She fuck with me cause I’m sure to shine
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| What’s yours is yours and whats yours is mine
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| I’m bright as hell like the Florida sun
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| You mad as hell you can’t afford me huh?
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| That girl there she ignored you huh?
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| Take it out on me cause she adore me huh?
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| Oh my god oh my god
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| Baby I’m too drunk to drive
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| Won’t you let me come inside
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| She try make me cum inside
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| Sayin' shit like
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| Make me numb inside
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| And I don’t know what I did
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| Drank too much rum and I died |