| Yes, yes yes
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| Uh uh-uh, yes yes
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| Uh uh-uh, yes yes
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| Haha, let me in mayne
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| Pssh, hehe, look
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| I’m back for the first time fucker
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| Cancer, that’s the sign sucker
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| So pucker up and kiss the fist of this lyricist
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| This, this shit is ridiculous
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| I’ll be the first one to say it
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| DJ’s, damn right they gon' play it
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| If not then fuck it I’ll take it
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| To the internet, do it myself, they can’t say shit
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| But the club gon' love it
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| But be careful, the thugs gon' thug it
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| They’ll hit you upside your head
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| With a whole half-full Hennessy bottle and think nothin of it
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| Bitch won’t fuck me then she’s celibate
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| Brad Pitt couldn’t fuck that chick (uh-uh)
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| Unless she really just a ho and I don’t know
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| If so I’ll call up the Bishop Magic (hello?)
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| He gon' give me couple lines to fuck up her mind
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| Minutes later I’ll be grindin on her from behind
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| Tell her, «Turn around, quit kiddin with me
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| Grown ass woman, girl give it to me!»
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| You ain’t gotta be my girl
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| I don’t even know yo' sign, ohhh
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| I just wanna fiend and we
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| Will let you rub up on mine, ohhh
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| There’s no need to stop now (give it to me!)
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| Girl I want you on top now (give it to me!)
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| So as soon as the beat drop now (give it to me!)
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| Girl you gotta break me off, uh-huh
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| What up? |
| What it is my nucca?
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| I’m back up in this muh’fucker
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| So knuckle up and kiss the fist of this lyricist
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| This, this shit is ridiculous!
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| I’m trill like the homie Bun B
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| For real, there’s only one me
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| They know that I’ll paralyze a phony MC
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| Am I on some thug shit? |
| Go on and come see
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| Cause I ain’t even gotta say it
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| His jaw keep jackin I’m gon' break it
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| I’ll stomp him in the head with the Timberlands
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| Lucky you could trust me, this muh’fucker won’t make it
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| But we ain’t come here to start a fight
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| We came to find dames that’ll rock the mic
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| And I ain’t talkin 'bout rhyme but the kind
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| That’ll do it in the whip before I turn out the parkin light
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| Click totally she was comin just to kick it with me
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| Soon as she jumped in, I said «Lick it for me»
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| She said «Only if, only if you will stick it to me»
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| I said «C'mon, quit playin girl, give it to me!»
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| You ain’t got to act stingy
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| You should give a nigga them drawers (give me them drawers)
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| And if you can’t be that friendly
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| Can you at least lick these balls? |
| (Can you lick these balls?)
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| I brought yo' black ass to Wendy’s
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| You ain’t even break me off (chick break me)
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| Now I hate bein on your top slate
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| Lil' hooker you can take me off (ha ha!)
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| Yes, y’all’in, to the light beat and
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| Hookers on my (Bat-man) like I’m Mike Keaton
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| It’s only right that I spend the night skeetin
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| In the morn' I’m gone, it was nice meetin (nice meeting you)
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| You and your coochie hole too
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| And all I had to say was «You're beautiful boo»
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| I ain’t buy diamonds, no Gucci, no shoe (uh-uh)
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| Like these other muh’fuckin foolio do (nope)
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| Look I ain’t even a pimp, but pimpin I’m pimpin
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| Me and the nine inches, divine intervention
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| So listen, 'less you wanna get fucked up literally
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| Put your weight down on me girl, give it to me! |