| INTRO
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| Uhh, yeah
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| Now look in the mirror
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| Tell me what you see
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| Bomb diggy dogg baby
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| We be rubbin’tonight (yo)
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| We be lovin’tonight (right)
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| Uhh, yeah
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| Ha ha
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| I remember seeing you in spaghetti straps
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| Nappack held up by you ass back
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| When I seen it, I was like DAMN!
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| Girl do you have man
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| Body look like it was wrapped in seran
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| Hear me Told me alone, I was kind of surprise
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| Really
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| Out late night, spending mad cash chillin'
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| See the walk you were walking, open my eyes
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| And the talk I was talking, parted your thighs
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| But they ain’t nothing wrong
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| 'Cause we both grown
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| Hitting in the morning until we strong grown
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| And we strong moan and waking up the block
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| And getting all confused, not showing from your boyfriend
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| Don’t dwell on these minor details
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| Let’s cruise with the wind blowing, speed the sails
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| We could rock on, and cruise home
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| Plus your tight skirt be flashing your thong
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| Shit’s on, oh girl
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| CHORUS
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| You fronting like I ain’t 'bout to knock it I got a rocket in my pocket
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| Two tickets to your ecstacy
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| And one for this chick standing next to me If she with it, I’mma hit it (I'mma hit it)
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| Baby you is wit it (is you wit it, wit it)
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| I’mma hit it (I'mma hit it)
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| I’mma hit it See I was peeping your style
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| You was sitting at the bar with your hand on a Marnier Grand (ha ha)
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| Now baby to all these people, notice who you are
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| So they ready try to score
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| Pulling out their bill folds, buy a red rose to give you
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| I chill on the humble in my jeans and steel toes
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| I see your eyes moving in stealth mode
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| But then you realize, oh shit it’s Choc on the side
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| See moving to my side, and when she walks she glides
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| Body looking strong like Cadillac designs
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| She moves close, her finger running up my elbow
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| And then invites me to her humble abode
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| Check it, uhh
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| Now before I get in it, first she walks around naked
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| Says she loves prospects and talks about her fetish
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| How she loves dark skinned men, hairy chested
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| She’s hefty breasted, movements fuel injected
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| She says she’s rough at first, but when I start to groan
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| I be closing every night and taking it straight to the dome
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| So we could rule the world or you could stay at home
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| But tonight she be ready to bone, it’s on Oh boy
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| See this is for my ladies in open toed shoes
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| And belly chains that make money and like their sex sweaty
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| Who like their sex messy and ready to go And not afraid to say they ready to bone (it's on)
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| And not afraid to peel of they thong
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| And not afraid to take it straight to the dome
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| And for my dogs that make laws and cruise off shore
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| With five in the pocket, or drop shitty causes
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| For when it comes to strokes, spring break miss capone (?)
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| Take no crumb cake to clear out the bars
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| Watch yourself girl when you’re playing it close
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| 'Cause you’ll get the strokes and then get ghost
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| It’s on |