| Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh
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| Just believe, something real freaky’s going down
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| Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh
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| Take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind
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| Oooh-ooooh-oooh-oo-ooh
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| Please do not disturb, on the door you see that sign
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| (Hook: Chamillionaire)
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| Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I’m really feeling you
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| If you can keep a secret, then I’ll keep a secret too
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| And this is what we’ll do I’ll, be your number two
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| I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you
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| Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man
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| Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan
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| And we can just pretend we’re, nothing more than friends
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| The sex will never end, that way everybody wins
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| (Chamillionaire)
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| Their dorms their college, their brains share knowledge
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| I tip toe through the back do', and no one gon hear about it
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| And if your boo try to search you, in any clue get spotted
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| I hope the lipstick, that is smeared on your top lip is not it
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| Naw we don’t sip Hypnotic, we sipping Henny and some Crimevicts
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| So take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind
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| Your body’s calling me informing me, that you’re freakier than normally
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| Birthday suit has been worn for me, latex condom put on for me
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| Protection in the briefcaser, plenty of lead with no eraser
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| Trojan Man gotta be safer, ladies that plot for my treat paper
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| Watching a man while he chase her, trying to figuer out whether she faithful
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| But the minute that he takes her, break them C-H-I-C taker
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| He running round like he gangsta, don’t think your girl can’t get lead
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| To the edge of the bedspread, hungry for sex she can get fed
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| Spread her legs or get fed head, she’s wearing that yellow pink thong
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| She’s got her wedding ring on, but it still never seems wrong, Koopa
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| (Hook: Chamillionaire)
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| Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I’m really feeling you
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| If you can keep a secret, then I’ll keep a secret too
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| And this is what we’ll do I’ll, be your number two
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| I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you
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| Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man
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| Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan
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| And we can just pretend we’re, nothing more than friends
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| The sex will never end, that way everybody wins
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| (Chamillionaire)
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| See getting money’s like sex, and I’m having a manage G
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| Gold diggers can’t F' with me, like I’m having a manage me
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| A hoe see the ice and she start tripping, like your broad can’t skeet
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| Koopa get a hot steamy ain’t creamy, but uh-naw it ain’t T
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| If it’s her first time with me, she’ll do her thang like she knew me
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| Can’t stand a booshie hoe, a booshie hoe can’t enthuse me or amuse me
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| Can’t stand a groupie, cause a groupie’s purpose is usually to use me
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| They usually hop on the next dick, when they see 50 Cent or Juve
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| Who he that’s Koopa, but he look like 50 Cent oh yeah
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| Well G-G-G-G-ge-ge-ge-get the hell out of here yeah
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| If this ain’t just about the sex, don’t waste your time
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| Money jewelry and fame, should be the last thing on your mind
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| You steady trying to be like them, Chamillion trying to be like Ben Franklin
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| Cause a girl that I think is feeling me, say she like him aaah
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| Don’t worry naw, Koopa not disappointed
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| I look to' as the do', stick my finger out like this and point it
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| Leave, with me it’s a ghetto version of Girls Gone Wild
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| Niggas probably heard our sound, gotta use a very large towel
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| To stick under the do' she’s moaning, trying to wake up any sleep takers
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| Screaming obscenities at me, she got a foul mouth like she T. Draper
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| Sheet shaker heat maker, wanna be down then I replace her
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| Cameras’ll get your cart I’m smart, you will not ever see the taper
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| What we did let me lace ya, up in some game while she take a
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| Sip of the Henny or a skeet taste of, some of this Rum minus the chaser yeah
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| (Hook: Chamillionaire)
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| Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I’m really feeling you
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| If you can keep a secret, then I’ll keep a secret too
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| And this is what we’ll do I’ll, be your number two
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| I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you
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| Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man
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| Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan
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| And we can just pretend we’re, nothing more than friends
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| The sex will never end, that way everybody wins |
| (Chamillionaire)
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| I got some Henn got some Crime, got some Remmy and it’s time
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| To take a sip of this, and just let it relax your mind
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| Your body is so fine, girl I’m peeping your design
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| Somehow it feels right, tell me how can I decline
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| Please do not disturb on that door, you see that sign
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| There’ll be no interrupting, something freaky on my mind
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| Sipping going doo-own, stripping going doo-own
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| She know what’s on my mii-ind, I’m ready to bump and grii-ind
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| Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh
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| Oooh-ooooh-ooo-oooh, oooh-ooooh-oooh-ooooh
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| (Devin the Dude)
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| Your man use to fuck you down, but now he’s slacked up
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| She’s running all over town, I think he’s gonna need back up
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| I’ll be your relief pitcher, dick up in your mitt
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| There’s no cork off in my bat, so it’s somewhat illegal hit
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| Boom over the fence, rinse off my balls when I’m finished
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| Yes she’s probably a good sport, but he’s got you playing tennis
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| Running after balls, dodging all your calls
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| You’re horny wanna grind him, but you just can’t find him
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| So here’s what you do, call 832−567
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| You remember the rest, just ask for Devin
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| Yes I’ll come quick, but not too soon
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| Leaving nutty rubbers, all over the room
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| Don’t forget to bring the pill, the dress I like and high heels
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| Some extra panties if you will, we can chill
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| I’ll never wanna come between you and him, understand
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| But if you ever need a back up plan, I’m your man
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| (Hook: Chamillionaire)
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| Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I’m really feeling you
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| If you can keep a secret, then I’ll keep a secret too
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| And this is what we’ll do I’ll, be your number two
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| I can let you feel on me, if you just let me feel on you
|
| Oooh-ooooh-oooh, I know you got a man
|
| Your undercover lover, I can be your back up plan
|
| And we can just pretend we’re, nothing more than friends
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| The sex will never end, that way everybody wins |