| Konichiwa bitches come visit I call it the apartment
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| A 6 by 3 of whatever brings out your inner woman
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| I rock your body the twat is creamy and hot as sake
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| Let me inside and I’ll let you ride on my Kawasaki
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| Let me get a bit of that bump bump bump bump bump bump bump action
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| And I’ma hit you with the bump bump bump bump hump with bolt action
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| I got your number, baby you might wanna slumber
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| Party over with a undercover brother who wonder
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| To find out what the D like inside in-between thighs
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| (Baby won’t you tell me what that be like)
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| I got a fist full of hair and you ain’t going nowhere
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| While I’m done kissing your pear, light on 'cause you wanna stare
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| Cover your face up with the bedspread you letting the legs spread
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| (Damn girl you know you got the wet-wet)
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| Now you calling me humonga, stroking you with the thunda
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| I have to say I love the way you bunk rock
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| You ain’t never seen a broad
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| Panties off and just offer herself like this
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| Bunk rock bitch
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| And you ain’t never seen a broad
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| Get her rocks off a rockstar nigga like this
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| So long mama
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| Don’t be afraid of the way you feel
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| You know the team and the way we drill
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| 'Cause after the party is after the party
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| On the bus with a bunk rock bitch
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| You feisty and finicky, half a bottle of Hennessy
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| Tour bus can for sure bust and you full of that energy
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| Ain’t no doubting your southern routing, it’s pure and replenishing
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| Once you swallow, now follow me to the back let’s come get in-between
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| The top and the bottom bunk all in the middle for me
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| Once little mama peeled off the wrappers is more sweet
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| Kutty Cal you’re working with something, baby boy don’t be rough with me
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| 'Cause you know I got a boyfriend that’s average when we do it he’ll be noticin'
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| That’s when she put on the Magnum with her mouth, wasn’t feeling no teeth
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| And then she hopped on the dragon, bringing out the villain in me
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| Got a little bit of something for nothing put my name in the pussy for sheez
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| Can’t wait to get a bump full of loving next time when I’m in her city
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| And I got my mojo and tack right, give women that act right
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| My foreplay is the crack but then my dick is the glass pipe
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| My bunk is the hideout, nobody will find out
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| When she leave she tweaking, looking all spooked 'cause she high now off the
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| bunk rock
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| You ain’t never seen a broad
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| Panties off and just offer herself like this
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| Bunk rock bitch
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| And you ain’t never seen a broad
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| Get her rocks off a rockstar nigga like this
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| So long mama
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| Don’t be afraid of the way you feel
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| You know the team and the way we drill
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| 'Cause after the party is after the party
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| On the bus with a bunk rock bitch
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| It goes, one little, two little, three little bunk rocks and
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| Four little, five little, six little bunk rocks then
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| Seven little, eight little, nine little bunk rocks
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| More than ten of them bitches share some stories with me
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| I had fun with them, hung with them, plunged in they hot spots
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| I tongue split them, done did them, flung them and dropped
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| Then got drunk with them, sung with them, sprung them if not
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| Then I bet you none of them ever speak bad about me
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| To all the ladies who will be your dishes, be on the lookout we’re in your town
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| 'Cause I’m looking for a team of butch for her skin and ain’t scared to put it
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| down
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| You can be black or Chinese or a heavenly mix breed, whatever it’s gon' be
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| we’ll go
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| 'Cause I want that Prada, Gucci Hadana, even when you wearing your nadas,
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| gonna hit the floor
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| For all the ladies across the globe who ain’t been in the bunk
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| You can do it in the bedroom or bathroom, Buick or whatever you want
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| An invitation to me sensation, I’ll mail it to some
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| But if you impatient get tired of waiting catch mail in this bunk
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| You ain’t never seen a broad
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| Panties off and just offer herself like this
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| Bunk rock bitch
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| And you ain’t never seen a broad
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| Get her rocks off a rockstar nigga like this
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| So long mama
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| Don’t be afraid of the way you feel
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| You know the team and the way we drill
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| 'Cause after the party is after the party
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| On the bus with a bunk rock bitch |