| I woke up this morning dick rock hard
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| Had to piss so bad, that shit made me say God Lord!
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| Dick harder then a armadello
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| So I went in the bathroom and drained the little fellow
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| Flush the toilet, washed my hands
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| Took off my silk shirt, (whut else) and? |
| down my pants
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| I was rolling to meet this bitch in bout an hour (what you did)
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| ??? |
| and grabbed and towled and jumped my stankin ass in the shower
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| And now i’m feelin better, at least i’m smellin better
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| Instead of a combination of pussy and cheddar
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| I still smelled like last night’s fuck
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| So washed my lips, fingertips, but I can’t forget to wipe under the nuts
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| Blow my nose, wash my toes, then my asshole
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| Foggin up the mirrors, ?? |
| all my fuckin clothes
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| Ain’t that a bitch, i’m already runnin late
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| Thinkin I ain’t got to do nothin, now I gotta change my outfit
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| Stepped to the closet and scanned the wardrobe
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| Seen that silk shirt, Tommy, fuck it, i’ll wear that Polo though
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| Girbauds and Polo socks
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| Slipped on the Fila’s cause it was too hot to bust the Timbo high tops
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| I looked in the mirror one last time for kicks
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| Like I really had to check, like I ain’t know I was the shit
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| Everything was in place
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| Pearly whites, brown complextion, daily braids and daily face
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| Mirror, mirror, wasup, who’s the most stuck up
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| ??? |
| bitch I just fucked that stankin slut
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| Thats the thought for the day
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| I’m bouts to cut that hoe (why) she can’t fuck anyways
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| Now i’m back on my mission
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| But before I hit the fuckin front door, gots to hit the kitchen
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| Cause all the? |
| is gettin bigger
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| Man, I ain’t ate shit (dawg, ain’t you hungry)
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| dawg, hungrier than three niggas
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| Grits and oatmeal, no time to cook though
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| Fuck it i’ll grab that left-over cold cut combo
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| And now the stomachs at ease
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| I’m bout the jet, but first grab the beeper, the ring, the ?, and the keys
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| And now i’m ready for the street
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| Lookin neat, smellin sweet from my teeth to my fuckin feet
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| I guees it’s part of my job (what job nigga)
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| Being colder then cold, smoother then smooth, sharper then sharp
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| So if you catch my in the club don’t say shit
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| Sweatin a nigga like Micheal ?? |
| Tyler don’t pay bitch
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| Cause I ain’t that nigga thats gonna play with ya Or stay with ya, but i’ll damn sure lay with ya Cause i’m that type of nigga to tell a bitch that I love em quick
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| Better but not beleive it though (why) cause I ain’t bout shit
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| That nigga ain’t shit
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| That nigga ain’t bout shit
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| That nigga ain’t shit |