| Yeah, yeah
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| You got that body body
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| Right now I’m going at you
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| Later I’m tryna splack you
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| Keep your heels on, keep them heels on
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| Take them clothes off but keep your heels on
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Girl, I wanna make you cry
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| I wanna make you scream
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| I wanna make you sweat
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| Make you wet when you dream
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| Pick you up at lunch so we could do the backseat
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| Can’t concentrate at work, you thinkin' 'bout P
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| Killin' it, tip drillin' it, I’m spillin' it
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| All over the place, that milk, got her feelin' it
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| Your man never made your body shake like that
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| Bet he don’t know his girl make her face like that
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| Offa long dick, hock spit in her ass crack
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| While I long dickeded it, yeah, from the back, uh
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| Honey’s sophisticated, mommy raised her like a lady
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| Bet every woman got a freak inside 'em going crazy
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| Only way to pop it off, you hit 'em with the proper talk
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| They put they guard down and give a nigga what we want
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| Roll a blunt, pour a drink, nigga, get the buzz going
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| Keep 'em talking, don’t let 'em think for a moment
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| Turn the music up, lights down, we gon' fuck right now
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| Start sucking they tits, and push they head right down
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| Sloppy face diva catch a breather 'cause her jaw hurt
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| Then you lay 'em back with their legs on your shoulders
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| And dig deep, get up in they stomach how they want it
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| It ain’t no fallin' short, naw nigga, keep it comin', ay
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| Say say baby baby, you got that body body
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| You got that face that make me wanna kick it like karate
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| Right now I’m going at you
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| Later I’m tryna splack you
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| And while we pop it off, you can keep your heels on
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| Keep your heels on, keep your heels on
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| Take them clothes off but keep the heels on
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| Keep your heels on, keep them heels on
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| (Ayo P, tell 'em how we like the fatties)
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| Poking out the waist in Jimmy Choo’s
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| Charles David boots, bumps with the pumps
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| We like the girls with the ass you could lean on
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| Fatty you could sleep on, her shit is like a pillow
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| Nice feet, toes curl when you hit her
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| Dig her nails in my back, talkin' 'bout I’m tryna kill her
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| Grab the sheets like she being raped, but she want it nigga
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| Let’s have phone sex, yeah, I talk dirty
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| So when you see me in the flesh we can skip the flirtin'
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| And get right to squirtin', make our own pornography
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| And let the tape leak on the street, that’s real nasty
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| Fuckin' like jungle bunnies, show you 'bout that black sweat
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| That boy Prince, P got that king dick
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| Representing Queens, she was raised in Brooklyn
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| I got her crossing over that bridge, she lookin' lookin'
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| For one more taste, we get it bungie jumping
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| I got the bungie cords, Magnums, extra large
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| Say say baby baby, you got that body body
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| You got that face that make me wanna kick it like karate
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| Right now I’m going at you
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| Later I’m tryna splack you
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| And while we pop it off, you can keep your heels on
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| Keep your heels on, keep your heels on
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| Take them clothes off but keep the heels on
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| Keep your heels on, keep them heels on
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| I wanna see you naked with them high heels on
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| Some of the tenants claim to have heard noises coming from this room
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| Like someone on a rampage |