| Yo shorty, let me get it in
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| Let me touch it then, let me touch it.
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| No
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| Why you acting like that shorty?
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| You been fucking around for a while
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| You know what I’m saying
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| Let me stick the head in
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| No
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| Check,
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| Shorty was a sweety, beleive me she was a darling
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| Even come cook up some grub, when I was starving
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| Never interuped the thug, she said pardon
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| Only 18, and still was fucking with Marvin
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| Her mother was a schoolteacher, her father was a sergeant
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| Them chickens in the club, my baby be out joggin'
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| Would even go as far, as giving the god noggin'
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| But when it came to the coochie, she just would not bargain
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| Did it all, takin' her shoppin', the ice department
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| Even put shorty up in a real nice apartment
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| Would come over at night sometime, with some roses and white wine
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| Tryin' to create the right time
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| For her to give me some behind, let me get it in
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| I know if I hit it once, she gon' want me to hit again
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| But she sayin' she tryin' to use discipline
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| I said look lil' mama, your not listening
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| Go head
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| If your in love with me
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| And I’m in love with you
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| Then it’s alright for us to do what the lovers do
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| Just follow my lead
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| I’ll show you what to do
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| Cus' I know cuttin' is something your accustomed to
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| They say I gotta put a ring on her finger
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| Before I ding-a-ling her
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| I understand but the man ain’t tryin' hear
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| My brain wanna shake her mother’s hand
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| My dick wanna hit her father with a car, just for doing his job
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| Shit was coming so much of a problem god
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| Was stressin' me like them white broads, that seen me in Entourage
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| Seen what’s in the car garage, shit is a mess
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| Brand new CLS, dressed up
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| I funkflex
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| That’s besides the point, nigga I’m stressed
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| Either she give me some sex,
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| Or this relationship is put to a rest
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| Rather leave her than do her dirty son, this birdies the best
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| I had to show that respect,
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| She didn’t deserve less
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| Step 2, I’m like boo either we do what it do
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| Or you can give me the keys to the view cus' we through
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| She started cryin' like, how could you do
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| As I turned to walk away, I heard a soft voice come out the blue, say
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| After all the time you needed me
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| How could you just turn and leave me here
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| Never to look back and see me
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| Didn’t you swear that you would treat me fair
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| Yeah, but I was lyin' yo
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| And I ain’t no thundercat
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| The skirt you got on mami, I want what’s up under that
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| The shirt you got on boo boo
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| I want what’s up under that
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| I wanna see your booty, get do to do the thunderclap
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| Boo, boo, (Yeah)
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| I know you thinkin' I’m a foul type man
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| But I ain’t really seeing how I can’t
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| When I’m just trying to get my nuts out the sand
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| Without my hand
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| Boo, Boo
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| I know you think I’m a rude type dude
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| Spend all my money at the Moulon Rouge
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| Laying up with some shorty cute like you
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| But nah I’m
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| Doing this for guess who
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| Yes,
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| Yes,
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| Yes,
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| I don’t know what else to say
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| I mean, what you want me to say?
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| Say Yes Bitch |