| Ladies
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| Mary, you make me wanna eat you
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| Every time I see you, it’s like the first time I meet you
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| Fragrance like a flower, subtle and sweet too
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| Seductive and whatever, it might as well be see through
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| Like my genie in a bottle
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| Miss could get me rich like a magaziney model
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| Before you know it, he have her on a stroll
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| Fresh and ripe, perplexin' like Acapulco Gold
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| If I had to guess, just right, not a day old
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| Like a cradle robber, copped her off, shop a trailer load
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| Know the right number, you can get her
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| And hit while you would’ve sold to the highest bidder like
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| Fruits and berries, bring daddy loot in a hurry
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| Just be cute and don’t worry
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| Type to make a nigga hallucinate and admit it
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| Then she started losing weight, lettin' everybody hit it
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| I like Ally, sometimes she gets bitter
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| Always kept me happy, never had a problem with her
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| She used to let me use her, back when I was looser
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| Respect her to this day, and never did abuse her
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| I told her I’ll be faithful, but she don’t believe me
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| I probably coulda been, if I never meet Eevee
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| She make me feel all fuzzy inside, it’s loco
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| You won’t get nowheres near her if you’re broke though
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| Kept a shorty, can’t find 'em much thinner
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| If caught I get mad time just for touchin' her
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| Knock wood, so much for hymens
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| So fly, she should be in the sky with diamonds
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| Little young thing, she likes to do the tongue thing
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| At times, she would play hard to get, grunting
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| Or something, she made me feel like the number one king
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| Run into her now, and we still catch a fun fling
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| Met her at Central Park this one time
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| Had the God mentally sparked, reflectin' sunshine
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| She said, you need to stop messin' wit that white girl
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| She fuckin' wit ya head and got ya heart in tight curl
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| We messed around once or twice, but she don’t know me
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| She helped me get money at the Dutch price OT
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| Plus she from Columbia, so she really Spanish
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| Cookie known to make a cat bank account vanish
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| And Miss Hazy, all the women mature black
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| Every time she sees me, I end up gettin' pulled back
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| All she want me to do is blaze it crazy
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| The only one complaint is, she make me too lazy
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| Sugar mommy laced me with the butter Navy Avi
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| Just her way to makeup for the headaches that she gave me
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| It’s all gravy, when I’m done getting my mack on
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| Ally is always there to help me get back on
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| Ladies |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song My Favorite Ladies , by - MF DOOM. Song from the album The Prof Meets The SUPER VILLAIN, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп