| She’s a mess in her party dress, hey jack
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| Don’t give up the crack. |
| She’s a mess in her
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| Party dress, she’s clean if you know what I
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| Mean. |
| She was a mess in the limosine, got
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| Cocked off of top shelf scotch. |
| Baby gone
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| Done made a scene, this one ain’t worth the
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| Lock.
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| Ain’t too scared about fading away, gonna
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| Do it to you everyday.
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| Baby! |
| My momma, how your baby grown
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| Up. |
| Baby! |
| My momma, how your baby
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| Grown up. |
| Baby! |
| My momma how your
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| Baby grown up. |
| Baby! |
| My momma how
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| Your baby grown up.
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| She drinks Cris and she’s on the list, five
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| Hundred dollar bottle of wine. |
| She’s a mess
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| In her party dress. |
| Sorry, baby just one
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| More line. |
| Her ass is the size of Texas,
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| Thank god, and pass the ammunition. |
| She’s
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| A mess in her party dress. |
| Because love is
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| Not contrition.
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| Ain’t too scared about fading away, gonna
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| Do it to you everyday.
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| Baby! |
| My momma, how your baby grown
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| Up. |
| Baby! |
| My momma, how your baby
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| Grown up. |
| Baby! |
| My momma how your
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| Baby grown up. |
| Baby! |
| My momma how
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| Your baby grown up. |