| Sang my songs, stuck in my tongue, girl strung
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| Sweating among them was a hun
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| 'Got a man, but we not getting along'
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| Lick the balls, I know some girls that lick it, not around dick it
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| Rick it’s amazing how you rap, word up, you sound wicked
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| Do I dig her, silly pressure, picture drig up, do a drig up
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| If you only knew how good, Rick, you look into mirror
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| Buck perfect, to her car, said when I walk, not ever
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| Tell her 'call me later on, just to talk, or whatever'
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| Stirring it up, learn the digits, to be safe, burn it up
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| And here’s another Slick Rick one, and her man turned it up
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| Now on the strap, very soon, she be all hot wanna rap
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| Some cat over there, but Rick, ain’t nothing gonna happen
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| Comes over, stuck my tongue in her mouth, she gave me a hickey
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| Shocked me, the way she jock, truck me not, me Ricky not
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| Known to faking, and you probably kidding rock, just something
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| Thought your ho strung, nah, didn’t knock on tongue
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| Cuz it’s wrong…
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| Cuz it’s wrong…
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| Another honey, real sneaky, lines thrown on the freak
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| Sends money, works away, but he be home on the weekend
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| Wanna say your best, I’m charging the rest though
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| Sends the guest off, now massaging the breast off
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| While I’m getting info out of her, girlfriend side of her
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| Doing this already, I be in that and out of here
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| Ask her friend, what poet best? |
| Rap my vote
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| Don’t know, girlfriend asking like down to cut throat
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| You seem too hard for the rest of the them, met all into them
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| Get to a friend, sometime today, so we can get all into
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| So then friend said don’t take all day, whore, I mean
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| Drops her number on the floor, make sure the dog seen it
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| Alone asked, can you help me rap, maybe, winking
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| Think me, you go far, oh yeah, that’s it, baby, drink it
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| Don’t effecting on your pop, kid rock just one
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| Though your ho strung, nah, didn’t knock on tongue
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| Cuz it’s wrong…
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| Cuz it’s wrong…
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| Cuz it’s wrong…
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| Cuz it’s wrong…
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| A good look strike ya ho, you attack mic, it’s on
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| I wanna ask is that really real? |
| Bitch, act like you know
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| Give me a line for your joint, make to every story define me
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| Getting noisy, everybody leave, but you close the door behind me
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| Left your man dressing room, you try to diss me cuz you rule in school
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| I said word, so won’t you kiss me, you fool
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| Shoulder shook, she popped why not, another fan of word, on the lord
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| Well anyway like an autograph and a cut
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| Made my move to triple excitement, stop Rick, you’re flipping
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| As I grind against her pussy and I gently lick her nipple
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| Less than a minute, warmth is missing, look at the high in her dressing
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| Lights off, pull panties to the hide and caressing
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| Mass roll the plan of life, wonder keep her in, passed off
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| Bolt than she sang, more deeper than my pants off
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| Don’t effect and now you pop, kid and rock, just stop
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| No strung, no I didn’t knock on tongue
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| Cuz it’s wrong…
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| Cuz it’s wrong…
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| Cuz it’s wrong…
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| Cuz it’s wrong… |