| More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
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| More more junk in the trunk trunk
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| More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
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| More more junk in the trunk trunk
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| More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
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| More more junk in the trunk trunk
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| More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
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| More more junk in the trunk trunk
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| Bitch was thick
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| 36 in the hips
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| With teardrop tits
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| And some dick-sucking party lips
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| Pardon me miss
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| Is this seat taken?
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| I’ve been watching from across the room
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| You shaking
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| For Christ’s sake, with a face like that
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| How’s your daddy ever hold you back
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| I got the big white Caddy
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| And it’s parked in your lot
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| I’mma drive you around and around the bock
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| Lock the doors
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| Sit back, recline
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| And tell the Ave
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| What’s on your mind
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| It starts between the legs
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| And crawls up your spine
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| Make that kitty
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| Turn from a cat into a lion
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| I leaned in for a kiss
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| And she couldn’t resist
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| Dropped the keys in her hand
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| She grabbed a hold of my dick
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| Bitch was swift
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| With the kung-fu grip
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| Little Miss Ticklish
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| Licorice stick
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| Took a trip with the tip of my tongue
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| From her lips to her tits round her belly button
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| Now baby talk, tell me somethin'
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| Ever met a man so damn handsome?
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| Started laughing at my own jokes
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| Tickle in the tonsils
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| Bitch damn near choked
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| Picking up speed
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| I wickered off my seed
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| Oh please, don’t stop
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| Oh please, oh please
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| Time to split
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| Find a way out this bitch
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| With a goodbye kiss
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| And some fake digits
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| I take it slow until it’s time to roll
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| And never looked back out the rear window, yo
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| Now they want to call me a criminal
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| Because I got a chemical ritual
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| Yo bitch, ain’t this your stop?
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| Because now here come another mama, oh God |