| Listen, Listen y’all wanna hear a story here it go
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| Sexual, she’s so X-rated where the kids can’t go
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| Think so, I know so experienced a week ago
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| Expedia.com to her throat, but still classy though
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| Which bothered me, like Amish people in my area code
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| 3−1-0, Tyga man for her ringtone
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| So I never call her when she’s home, only cell phone
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| She hate it when I put her on hold, especially for other hoes, (Im Sorry)
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| Say wait, I’m a rapper and it runs in the family
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| Young Money family, GED family
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| I’m average, accepting all challenges
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| Sexy can I feel you with this camera and Kardashian ya…
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| And I don’t need no hook for this shit
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| Tyga Tyga man only wanna hit! |
| (I do, I do)
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| I don’t need no hook for this shit, (no, no, no!)
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| I’m just tryna hit, like I can’t miss!
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| Girl come over here let me whisper in your ear
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| And say the type of things that have you dripping like a tear
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| So I can treat it like a car crash and hit you from the rear
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| And leave your man mad cause you been missing for a year
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| Chea, Peep the youngin swag
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| You heard a bunch of braggin'
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| But she ain’t ever had nobody hit it like a punchin' bag
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| You ain’t never got smashed in the backseat of a drop Jag
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| Legs in the air, while the cops pass
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| She tried to tell me that she never did a rapper
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| So I pulled out my lollipop and let her lick the rapper (What up Wayne)
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| And I never kiss her after, I pass her to my dawgs
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| Yeah, they like lottery numbers
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| Girl you have to hit ‘em all
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| See, first they start to choose
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| Now probably pussy’s oozin'
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| In a second, I’mma have her naked like Marques Houston
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| Yep, you messin' with the boy of Houston
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| Robert Davis in my cup so let’s start this screwin' (Sing to ‘em Short)
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| And I don’t need no hook for this shit, (oh yeah? And why’s that?)
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| Cause she gon' let me hit (she gon' let me hit)
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| Yep, she gon' let me hit (she gon' let me hit)
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| Yep, she gon' let me hit!
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, ummm
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, ummmmm
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh, uh — (laughs)
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| Ok, now shawty take your clothes off
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| And I’mma hit it, I’mma hit it ‘till we doze off
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| And when we wake up I’mma hit it ‘till we doze off
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| She say her pussy is the spot
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| And Im like if that’s the case I’mma beat it like Johnnie Cochran
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| And I’m a rock it like Houston I’m leanin'
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| Ain’t nothin' between me and you but this bikini
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| Now can I take it off ya
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| Rub my tongue across ya
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| I do it so right
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| She called me an author
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| But I am just a Carter
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| Yeah I’m just a Carter
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| Straight to the Carter
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| Yeah, that’s where I Raw it up
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| And I swear I’mma make her cheer like victory
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| Shawty, shawty you can get speared like Britney, literally!
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| And I don’t need no hook for this shit
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| Im just tryna hit it, hit it like I can’t miss!
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| Shawty I don’t need no hook for this shit
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| Im just tryna hit it, hit it like I can’t miss! |