| FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| Hit it from the back and blow out that bush
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| Tappin' nedens, taggin' nedens, that be my thing
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| Know my bitches from they taggles, muthafuck a name
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| In this game, Clip like Boardwalk in Monopoly
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| Slappin' skins like a madman
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| Blowin' beards off of clams
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| Champion trim getter
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| Wriggilin' meat fitter
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| Gold medal ho hitter
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| Blue ribbon pink tickler
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| LIL' SHANK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| Tighten up baby, 'cause I’m startin' to push
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| When it comes to pussy, I’m the cock father
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| If you an ugly bitch tryin' to kick it, don’t bother
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| I’m the type of brother that’ll put in mad work
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| For bitches wearin' crotchless panties and tight
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| Mini-skirts
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| Fuck it till it hurts
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| I’m about to snap
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| So open up yo' legs and let me feel yo' crack
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| TWIN GATS, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| First put on a show
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| Watch my anaconda start to grow
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| Fee-fi-foe
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| Yo, I smell the one
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| That be playin' with her puss or get me off till I
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| Never kiss em'
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| Is it the b-izz-urp?
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| The words of wisdom
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| Pack protection for my worm when I’m goin' fishin'
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| I’ll dick you chick |
| Then I diss you quick
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| The hit and dip
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| Run, get the pistol grip
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| FOE FOE, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| Gotta get my hands on that fat ass tush
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| With ya belly-button pierced and them thick ass thighs
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| Got you lookin' lil' somethin' like Mary J. Blige
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| Don’t mind my eyes
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| They bloodshot
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| From smokin' bout 4 bags of weed in the parking lot
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| So wassup bitch, got a name with them hips?
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| And can you lick my dick like you just licked your lips?
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| BULLET, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| You wit' it?
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| I’ll hit it
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| You feel that?
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| I did it
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| I promise, I’ll only put like half my dick in
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| And now I’ll eat your neden like a plate of chicken
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| Lickin'
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| Stickin'
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| My tongue in your well
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| I’m doin' that as soon as that blizzard hits hell
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| What?
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| You thought I would?
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| Not the Ryda crew
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| You should holla at Korn, they’ll probably eat your butthole too
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| CELL BLOCK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| It’s been too long since I first got the butt
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| A nut in your mouth
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| Or on your chin
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| Five months ago I met you and I wanted to fuck yo' friend
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| But that wasn’t happenin'
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| So I started rappin' |
| About you and me in the back of my van
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| And an hour went by and I turned you out
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| Now creep it to your friend, she’ll know what I’m about
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| FULL CLIP, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| Fuck yeah I’ll hit it, but first you gotta douche
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| Fur burgers, bitch, that’s my favorite snack
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| Throw the pieces heffer, it’s next to that
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| So slide over here, sit on Full Clip’s lap
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| 'Cause Full Clip got a full meat he wanna stuff in your buttcrack
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| On top of that, no, fuck that, I’m on top of you
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| Shakin' hips and things
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| When I blew out her O-ring
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| LIL' SHANK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| 5 mo' strokes and my nuts gon' gush
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| I hit it from the back, I hit it from the side
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| I let her suck my dick and I nutted in her eye
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| Now, they wonder why they call her Strawberry?
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| 'Cause she’s under 35, red-headed, and her pussy hairy
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| Plus she let me bump and fuck
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| And stuff and touch
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| And gimme all I need until my ass has had enough
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| Whut???
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| TWIN GATS, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| I gotta camoflauge lookin' for the bush
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| They say I’m trifle
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| 'Cause I wanna spit my rifle
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| All up beside you 'cause I can’t hold it in |
| I wanna stick this big somethin' in your openin'
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| Tight, two fingers, three fingers, stick my fist in
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| When it’s through, stick my dick in
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| Like a nice stickin'
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| Stuffin' up this chicken
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| FOE FOE, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| Fuck you 'cause I hit that bush
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| It’s me again, oh, now you trippin'
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| You wasn’t bullshittin'
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| When it’s my dick you was lickin'
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| Replace you like the bullets out my gat
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| From emptyin' my clip into your back
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| (Yeah, mama-beetcha, it’s like 'dat!)
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| Smash you like a bottle of brew, 'cause you’s a trick
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| Fuck that shit, matter of fact, eat a dick
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| Psychopathic in this piece, know about it
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| Leave you hoes flat ass dead, so don’t doubt it
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| BULLET, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| Who 'dat?
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| What 'dat?
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| Hit that?
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| Did that
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| I could fuck your baby-mama, no lie
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| 'Cause she be lookin' at me like, «Hiiii!!»
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| Hey bitch, whoop! |
| whoop! |
| can I plug?
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| I be bustin' drips on your nippy-nappy rug
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| Slap happy thugme dick dribble
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| 'Cause you play with my dick just a little
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| And schwiiiiinnnggg!
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| CELL BLOCK, PLUG 'DAT PUSS!
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| Everyday I meet a ho that I know I can’t trust |
| But it don’t mean nuttin' 'cause I still plug her out
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| Under 18 with a child no doubt
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| Don’t matter ho
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| Lemme hit it in the bootyhole
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| But if it be smellin' like fish
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| Bitch
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| You gots to go |