| Uh, she like something out of Maxim, the real Swimsuit issue
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| Told her I miss you, I’ll be back soon
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| Hold the spot down until I’m back home
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| Her girlfriends downstairs, her little nephew in the back room
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| But I don’t mind cause she, on her job
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| And she, drive a nigga wild when she slob the knob
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| And she, throw it back when I hit her from behind
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| Every time, that’s why I had to make her all mine, yeah
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| (Freeway)
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| She makes me feel alright (she do)
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| She makes me feel alright (yes she do)
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| She makes me feel alright (she do)
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| She makes me feel alright (woo!)
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| I had plenty chicks, big booty, one skinny chicks
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| Spanish mamis that don’t hardly speak the lang-o-uage
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| She always yellin «Papi Chulo», while we at it
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| Then she ask me if she teach me Spanish, will I teach her Eng-a-lish?
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| Don’t be ridiculous, ya know I’ll teach ya
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| She say «Who's bicho? |
| What that mean? |
| Who’s ding-a-ling is this?»
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| I told her «get it right, it’s yours»
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| Her coochie so tight, every time I hit it, hit walls
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| Hit it all night, hit it more in the morn'
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| Flew her in like a kite, even hit it on tour
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| Hit in on the sofa, hit it on the floor
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| But told my new chick her coochie not addictive like yours
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| Right on, Freezer get his nighty-night on
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| After I beat it up, she put me to sleep like s’mores
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| Light snores, then she wake me up to back rubs
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| And I’m back up, fin' to beat it up once more
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| Now once more, Freezer was once a whore
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| Now she got me locked, Bush approach — shock and awe
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| She hit the supermarket and food shop and all
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| Then she top me off, swallow the whole cock and all, yeah
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| — without «woo!» |
| at the end
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| I think I like her cause she make me laugh, make me smile
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| Go through her act because she know she got that snapper-pow
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| Oh, you don’t know about that snapper-pow?
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| That’s that action that pull you back in when you backin out
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| She grab the burner, said she thuggin out
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| She say «you think we gonna be Ike and Tina Turner? |
| Boy, you buggin out»
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| I told her «I love you, I’ll never hit you
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| Except for in your coochie and your mouth»
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| She said «cut it out»
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| We actin out, playin cat and mouse
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| I still snap, she come to the flat unannounced
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| Unless it’s trench coat, no clothes underneath
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| She hold me down, stash O’s at her mother’s house and her brother’s house
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| We maintainin, she said «I ain’t complainin but you need to find another route»
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| I said «another route?»
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| She said «yeah nigga, another route, another way for you to gain payment»
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| This is so heinous, it’s a shame ain’t it?
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| I still had to move them things when I became famous
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| I got my babe with me and we are game changin
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| We about to tear up the lane, you better clear it out
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| — w/ ad libs
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| Okay, Freezer
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| Uh huh, yeah
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| Behind every good man, it’s a strong woman, it’s
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| Y’all know, you know the saying
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| You see, you see Barack, you see he got Michelle in the background
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| Ya know what I mean?
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| You see how it’s goin down, we doin it real big, ya know what I mean?
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| That’s how it’s goin down this year and the years to come
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| We on our shit niggas |