| Slob on my knob
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| Like corn on the cob
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| Check in with me, and do your job
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| Lay on the bed, and give me head
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| Don’t have to ask, don’t have to beg
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| Juicy is my name
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| Sex is my game
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| Let’s call the boys, let’s run a train
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| Squeeze on my nuts
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| Lick on my butt
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| The natural curly hair, please don’t touch
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| First find a mate
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| Second find a place
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| Third find a bag, to hide the ho face
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| Real name rover
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| I said bend over
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| I started to knock, then came the odor
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| Smelled like mush
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| Shouldn’t had a woosh
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| Told her to stop, and take a dush
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| While she did that
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| I didn’t want the cat
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| So I found out and never came back
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| Suck a nigga dick or something
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| My nigga D-Magic
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| Said they had to have it I said just forget it, it’s too craby
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| Know a little freak, in Hollywood
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| Sucks on dick, does it real good
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| She’ll give you money, feel up your tummy
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| House full of kids, parents all schummy
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| Once had a down, backyard ground
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| Hit it from the back
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| Enjoy the sound
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| Lay on the cover
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| Always use the rubber
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| Till I got caught, fucking with her mother
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| She blamed it on me
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| We fought in the street
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| She pulled out a knife, so I had to flee
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| Called up the boys
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| Went to her house
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| Charged the whole place
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| Threw the bitch out
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| Police busted in Where the niggas at We left just in time, and never came back
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| Roll through the hood, waving at the freaks
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| Who’s sniffing all the rocks, and smoking all the geeks
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| Made another stop
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| Police station
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| Saw a few cops
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| Drove by and sprayed them
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| Licensee tag number
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| A nigga said he saw
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| Bogus all the time
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| Never get caught |