| Aiyyo
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| Here’s a little story ghetto love situation
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| 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
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| She was so fly, get high, well understood
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| Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood
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| Yo
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| Aiyyo, I woke up early took a stretch and a yawn
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| Had a 2 o’clock appointment with this girl name Dawn
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| She ain’t the Avon lady but her beauty was strong
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| Right before she went to rest she had me singin this song
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| She must be a special lady and a very exciting girl
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| I don’t know, she had the high-glow's switchin
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| See her in the club you hear others chicks bitchin
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| But Dawn quit to bust a bitch ass and shit
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| See she did 12 months over a ratchet
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| Not no crab shit, got bagged with the MAC, taxi cab shit
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| Clip was hangin out her panties with no where to stash it
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| It was classic
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| Nowadays shes laid back, helpin me perfect my rap
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| Only pink and smoked salmon where she feed her cat
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| White, furry thing
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| Diamond cut like johnny lex collar attached
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| Lickin glass bowls in her cat clothes, cause crazy stacks
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| Finicky thing, her kittin drink Polar Spring
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| Take naps, near her jewerly box, she play with all the rings
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| And when she step out the tub its like an ill flick
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| Carmel skin, bath and body works leave the whole room lit
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| Cinnamon candles, sweet side, they on relax mode
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| Paint her toes on the bed slow, watchin me
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| Versace robe on her body, peak, sippin asti (piemonte)
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| She a perfect 10 in my wildest dreams DAWN
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| Aiyyo, she gotta be gone
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| Waitin on my sweet strawberry pecan rican LaShawn
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| Holdin my taffy down when I’m gone
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| Three fourths of her body always covered with clothes
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| Thats why I’m eatin her candy and suckin her toes
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| Sweet sexy LaShawn, she got body like whats goin on
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| On some marvin gaye shit like lets get it onnnnn
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| Suuuugarrrr, letssss getttt it onnnnn
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| Ayo, she a diamond in the rough, black rose in the hood
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| I love my queen and she treat me good, fuck cookin for me
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| She stash me out when the feds come lookin for me
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| I’m not cheatin on her or beatin on her
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| I spend the weekend on her
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| We on the block when the bills start creepin on her
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| She right there when it gets sticky, she strict politic to the vicky’s
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| And a fly aviator the color of sky
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| God on her side, Indian chick with cat eyes
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| Mad respect with the fat thighs
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| She busts guns for the revolution
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| Would straight leave her if she prostituting
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| Yo my girls the bomb, Intelligent mind, Sky blue louis vetton
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| Leg muscles, deep dimples
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| Body is soft she smell fresh like a new born
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| Pretty feet petite ass nice shoes on
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| The sunshine for my quiet storm
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| Keepin the food warm when I’m gone
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| It won’t be long 'til I’m back to my sweet butter pecan rican LaShawn
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| Hit me up baby girl, P. S. Cappadon'
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| Aiyyo, aiyyo I woke up in the morning still drunk off the Henn
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| Had a 3'oclock appointment with this girl name Jen
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| You know Jen from a hundred and ten, she push the Lex Coupe
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| Part time fashion designer she work for Jet Blue
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| Pretty young thing, with a body like vida
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| Ass off the meter, Eva Mendes look, strut like a diva
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| Libra shine fine, blow minds like dimes of a cheeba
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| She like it from behind, slow grind, sometimes with her feet up
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| Ms. Bonita Applebum Bottom, thick as a Roman column
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| Raw dick it down, love me, even if I’m holdin condoms!
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| Cause she my bitch, the only cat that I lick
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| Throwin that ass like Ciara on the top of that whip
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| Latin decent, velour suit with the cameltoe print
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| Peppermint sheer panties with the garder-belt clips
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| Tattoo of a small butterfly on her inner thigh
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| Even at my loneliest times you that Jen will ride…
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| Whether Jen, Dawn, or Shawn its the same situation
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| 'Bout a girl I met who had many temptations
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| She was so fly, get high, well understood
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| Big-ass big brains and straight out the hood |