| I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me
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| Night time pissy drunk off the Henny and Rémy
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| I didn’t mind it, when he fucked me from behind it
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| Felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it
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| He was a trick when I sucked his dick
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| He used to, pass me bricks, credit cards and shit
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| Suck him to sleep, I took the keys to the Jeep
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| Tell him, «I'll be back,» go fuck with some other cats
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| Flirtin', gettin' numbers, in the summer, ho hop
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| Raw top in my man’s drop
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| Then this homie Jimmy, he’s screamin', «Gimme»
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| Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me
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| After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice
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| He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice
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| Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice
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| Called suckin' his dick, «rockin' the mic»
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| It was somethin' about this dude I couldn’t stand
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| Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man
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| Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy
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| The motherfucker never ate my pussy
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| I don’t want dick tonight
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| Eat my pussy right
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| Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now
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| I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q
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| Had a wild crew on Flatbush & Avenue U
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| Had a weed spot, used to pump African black
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| He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn’t tap
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| I used to see him, in The Tunnel, with fuckers at dawn
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| Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on
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| I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn’t nuttin'
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| He wanted me to suck him, but I didn’t, I ain’t frontin'
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| The sex was wack, a four-stroke creep
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| I jumped on the dick, rode his ass to sleep
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| He called next week, askin' why I ain’t beep him
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| «I thought your ass was still sleepin'»
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| He laughed, told me he bought a new Path
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| Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass?
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| «I'll pass, nigga, the dick was trash
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| If sex was record sales you would be double glass
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| The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me
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| Downtown, taste my love like Horace Brown
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| Tryin' to impress me with your 5 G stones
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| I give you 10 G’s, nigga, if ya leave me alone,» screamin'
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| I don’t want dick tonight
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| Eat my pussy right
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| I don’t want dick tonight
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| Eat my pussy right
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| The moral of the story is this:
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| You ain’t lickin' this, you ain’t stickin' this
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| And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with
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| They ain’t hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this
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| I ain’t with that frontin' shit
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| I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends
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| Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas
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| Fuck for car keys, and double-digit figures
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| Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt
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| I treat it like it’s precious, I ain’t gonna front
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| For limp-dick niggas, that’s frontin' like they willy
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| Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me?
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| I don’t want dick tonight
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| Eat my pussy right
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| I don’t want dick tonight
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| Eat my pussy right
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| I don’t want dick tonight |