| Somebody tell that girl that her ass too big
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| I give it to her right and she let me live
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| Can’t eat that, cuz there’s no relationship
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| I beat that, the next day you called in sick
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| Frontin', not for nothin', I pop buttons
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| Off Baby Phat, Levi’s, J. Lo's, Guess and Gap
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| Cuz it’s like that, young lady, bet I make you shake
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| Like the Puffy and Jay-Z's, Dre’s and J.D.'s
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| Come on, if not you, I’mma beat this song
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| But if you were bout it, our business wouldn’t be here this long
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| Let me break it down for you, all I wanted to know
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| If I could just feel it and touch it, and break it down into numbers and
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| Come with me and just leave your friends
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| Cuz we don’t need no cock blocking
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| Tellin' you this without no option
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| Tell your friends «Peace, look, I’m bouncin'»
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| Tush, tush, tush
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| Wanna slide in the bush, bush, bush?
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| (I'm on top, you like push, push, push
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| Keep it low like shush, shush, shush)
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| You wanna get up in my tush, tush, tush?
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| You could slide in the bush, bush, bush
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| (I'm on top, you like push, push, push
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| Keep it low like shush, shush, shush)
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| You wanna get up in that tush, tush, tush?
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| Wanna slide in my bush, bush, bush
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| (I'm on top, you like push, push, push
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| Keep it low like shush, shush, shush)
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| Oh yeah, you jinglin' baby (well let me jump up on that ding-a-ling baby)
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| Ooh, gosh, you a nasty girl, sassy
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| Picture me layin' you inside my classic pearls
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| Toes’ll curl, giddy up, you go girl
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| I’m about to, uh, do it slow girl
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| Ooh, you in control, it’s in your world
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| She on, I think I like ol' girl
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| Take it out, turn around
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| Charlie horse, shit, threw me off balance
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| Wildin', all I wanted was to show you my talent
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| To let you know on how I rep in Staten Island
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| This is the reason I came to you
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| So we can connect it then kick it was the thing to do
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| Cuz we don’t need no representation
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| Domination, got them waitin' patient
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| Now this is the way ya’ll suppose to
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| To get dowwnnnnnnnn, ya’ll ain’t right
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| Somebody say «Aha! |
| Ghost is back!»
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| Pull back the curtain, let me work your sermon
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| Playboy don’t hurt me like a virgin
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| You seem real determined to put a hurtin'
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| But if you ain’t slurpin', then you better off jerkin'
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| You got a lot of nerve, to wanna serve my curves
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| My 36D, 36 hips
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| The way I shoot the gift, I swallow coke bottles
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| And you would swear it was Lil' Kim lips
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| Eh, I really like you baby
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| Do you know how to wife this lady?
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| Give me what I want, don’t talk, don’t touch
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| Unless you got a bank account that make my face blush
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| Now shush… in my bush
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| And I can give you what you want, make a wish
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| Just throw it, I’ll show you how to push
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| Kinky sex, tie ropes around your wrist
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| Come on.
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| Come on… hah… oh.
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| Come on… hah… oh… aha-ha
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| Oh… aha-ha… whoo!
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| Come on! |