| She said I hit, baby girl she lying
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| She say she pregnant, I don’t believe in science
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| Don’t trust religion neither
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| Your mom say I’m no keeper
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| You startin to think it’s true, but I’m goin deep n deeper
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| You don’t know what to do, you stop fuckin with crew
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| Your best friend like «Baby what he do to you?»
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| Bite marks in her inner thighs, blood suckin vampire
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| Yeah I got her hypnotized, she ain’t comin back tonight
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| You have a right to all your choices
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| But my eyes just leave you voiceless
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| That ass the manner you poise it
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| That moist shit that drip like poison
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| Look at my eyes you can not fight this
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| Your iris slips into your eyelids
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| My hands all over your privates
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| Look at my eyes you are my isis
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| Yup, I got my hands all over you
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| Can’t keep them to myself, always down to share the wealth
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| Keep top shelf, solid snake, mad stealth
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| Not a damn thing changed, still bad for your health
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| Little diddy, doja in my dickeys
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| You still ain’t comin over unless you ho’in and you thicky
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| Got bad bitches with me, what you think I need you for?
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| Got these hunnids and these fifties bitch you not my last resort |