| Yeah, alright, yo
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| A couple days ago
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| I met the illest latina
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| Her demeanor was unexplainable
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| You shoulda seen her
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| Thick thighs, nice ass
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| Body like an hourglass
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| Didn’t hesitate to break a brother
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| Next second she passed
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| I was like, «What's up?»
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| To which she replied
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| «How you doin'?»
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| I said de nada momma
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| But your beauty I’m persuin'
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| And I said I’m about to win the lottery
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| She asks «How?»
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| I said, «Your seven digits right now»
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| And made her smile
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| Now we conversing
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| And she feelin' my style
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| I can tell by the way she talkin'
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| That she down to go the mile
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| Had a couple drinks
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| Now we headed back to her place
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| The shade of red from her lipstick all over my face
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| I’m tryin' to hit, split it
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| Baby girl you gonna let me get it?
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| She said, «Hold up ok, I don’t get down like that»
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| I said I know beautiful girl
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| But I get down like that
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| So let me heat it up, heat it up
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| Go crazy and beat it up
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| «Damn papi, how you even know I like it rough?»
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| The way you was feelin' on me
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| When kissing revealed enough
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| I wanna scratch you, provoke you
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| Bite you, choke you
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| But just a little, bite your legs
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| Dick up in the middle
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| «Hold up, wait a second
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| Nigga, you gotta condom?»
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| Come on beautiful girl of course I’ve got protection
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| I stay with Magnums and I ain’t talkin' Smith and Wesson
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| I keep undressin'
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| Girl I’m about to teach you a lesson
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| After I hit it she says
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| «Bobby I have a confession
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| I think I love you!»
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| I said «What the fuck?»
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| Thinkin' to myself
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| Damn, I shoulda never cut
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| Kissed her on the cheek
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| Hit the lights, then she fell asleep
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| So I snuck out the bathroom window on the creep, like
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| (The next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, yo
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| The next day, the next day, the next)
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| Yeah, yeah, yo
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| Now I’m out the door
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| Downtown is where I’m about to go
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| Got a meeting with my boy Chris
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| About a dope show
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| So I hail a cab, jump in
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| But so does some girl
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| Beautiful, pretty eyes
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| With luxurious curls
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| I said «No fair»
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| She smiled and said
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| «Why don’t we share?»
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| What a success
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| Lookin' at her chest
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| Thinkin' if her breasts was a test
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| She would fail
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| Fresh tip nails
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| Type of ass make a brother
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| Train of thought derail
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| As we converse
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| I could tell that she feelin' my style
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| Get the pussy wet
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| That’s the mission
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| As long as she listen to my words
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| Feelin' on the curves
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| Only lips I’m thinkin' bout kissin' is hers
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| I can barely fight the urge
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| Only thing that matter right now
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| Is these two verbs
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| I’m talkin' me and you
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| So fine, I’d think I’d start seeing you
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| Her body was a work of art
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| Like Hieroglyphics
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| Too much detail to go into specifics
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| Now
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| I’m diggin' shorty
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| Like an archeologist
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| Tryin' a bone
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| Searchin' for a queen to take the throne
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| The type of girl to love
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| And call her my own
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| I’m just a bachelor (bachelor)
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| Looking for a bachelorette
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| Baby, maybe you can persuade me
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| To give you love
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| You couldn’t imagine yet
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| Kiss you on the neck
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| Then I sedate the pussy like a vet
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| Got the shorty rollin' like a movie set
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| Take her to the Rio
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| I’m not talking about G-burg
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| I’m talking De Janeiro
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| Spend deñero like it’s reverb
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| Expansion
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| Couple kids running round the mansion
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| Day dreamin'
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| Getting ahead of my self
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| Advancin'
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| But, come on… girl
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| Now come on give me love
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| I know we just met but
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| Romance is like a drug
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| You know we go together
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| Like sympathy and hugs
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| So I write this girl
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| A symphony
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| And tell her that I love
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| Her everything
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| Girl I love your everything
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| You know I love your everything
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| I said I love your everything
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| Yeah, love your everything
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| Girl, I love your everything |