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| Baby, juicy like a smoothie, do it to me, sip it slow
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| Sweat fruity, shoot a movie, Miliani, dip it low
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| You can butter my toast, out of breath, you doing the most
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| Hold tight, I’m spitting a roast, big boy wanna score but you hittin' the post
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| Said he slick, results are in, it’s negative on all the talk he spins
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| Swagger in, he talkin' big, the candles lit but can’t locate the clit
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| He could butter my biscuit, pour the gravy, don’t wanna tip it
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| Cream pastry, who gonna whip it? |
| Dot, dot, dot, ellipsis (Hit me)
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| Tie me down but my hands still fidget
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| Gave him my number but I changed the digits
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| Eyes twitching, think I hit my limit
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| Put me in a psych ward, Sente give me a visit
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| Stood up quick, now your nose all bloody
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| Tryna look slick for your cowboy buddies
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| Wicked witch with the Malfoy money
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| Got 'em trumblin' like my bad toy bunny
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| Think about accounts and the cashmere throws
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| Get it and I bounce in the back window
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| Thought I wouldn’t know now he knows I know
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| A snake got down with the doe eyed hoe
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| Hit me
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| Stop, come on
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