| Yates
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| I’m a put this bass this place all up in your face
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| Picture me painting pretty pussy with a pen and pad and picking a pair of
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| provocative peaches to press to the pace
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| Let’s get this straight
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| I am the maker of emotion on my planet you will be blessed at the gate
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| Complex when the mate
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| Is one that could have any woman breathing so you might end up with a chest
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| full of hate
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| Less to debate
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| If women would just ride
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| She feeling my love vibe
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| I’m feeling her cup size
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| She willing to plug guys
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| I’m giver her bug eyes
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| From my dick in her thighs
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| She thinking it was lies
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| When her name changed from baby to Sherlock Holmes
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| Wouldn’t you want to shit if she go through your phone
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| To see if there’s pictures of bitches with no clothes on
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| Now she pissed at the photos
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| Looking like a ho show
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| Thinking every one of them are gonna get the pogo
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| Or prolly done had it
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| She highly combative
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| But no no
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| Shining the light on me
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| With cheater up on the go bro
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| When we first started out you knew we was on the low low
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| Now you feeling bozo
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| Peeping through my property like you logo
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| Thinking I’m sticking them and slanging more meat than fogo
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| Now I can paint a beautiful picture
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| But you won’t want to look into it
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| I can make beautiful music with ya
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| But you won’t want to listen to it
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| It’s just me and you
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| Better yet it’s me and crew
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| Cause I never can be free and do
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| What a normal nigga can manage to be when two
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| People go out with no doubt to show out
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| They beautiful couple
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| But when I go out they pour out
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| And triples and doubles
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| Then out of your mouth the blow out
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| Cause you had enough of the bitches seesing who
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| You saw the beautiful picture at the begging
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| With mister Tech in your vision
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| Having sex in the kitchen
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| And press in the living room
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| Sex and no less or you’re bitchin
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| With the extra conditions
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| Me getting left is the mission
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| Cause I can’t get right
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| Ain’t this night
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| Ain’t no possible way that I can paint this bright
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| When the brain is night
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| Mayne it’s quite
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| Difficult to be with Tech Ninna game this tight
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| Or is it
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| You gotta live it
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| To give it
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| I’m giving you me
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| If you wanna quit it
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| I dig it
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| Cause I get a pussy pass every minute
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| But then it
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| A fight cause you think I’m all up in it
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| We finished
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| Now we diminished I get it
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| See the obstacle then you really admit it
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| Without ever knowing I did it you split it
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| I was real and don’t you ever forget it
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| You bit-itch
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| Now I can paint a beautiful picture
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| But you won’t want to look into it
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| I can make beautiful music with ya
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| But you won’t want to listen to it
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| Baby this is something that you never knew
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| Instead of me you being with a regular nigga may be a better view
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| I know I got a lot of cheddar true
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| But a nigga with hella time in your bed is who
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| You should be putting way up on a pedestal
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| You being super happy with him instead of blue
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| But you wanna see shit that you never seen
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| My dick is feeling like you taking methamphetamine
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| That’s why when I’m calling your phone you never let it ring
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| Even when he’s sitting next to you I bet it sting
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| You wanna ride it your hide is divided by my two thumbs I murder it when I get
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| inside it
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| Hit it till you get it then get the it is ignited
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| When you tripping you can’t fly with the pilot
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| I can paint you a beautiful picture
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| But I think it’s better when you got a dude with you
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| Sitting at home and then you got a true fixture
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| You fucking perform because he got it through scripture
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| I’m a compatible nigga
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| To every woman with incredible figure
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| Tattoo my dick on him is that a new stigma
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| If you say that then music I ain’t gotta do with you
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| Now I can paint a beautiful picture
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| But you won’t want to look into it
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| I can make beautiful music with ya
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| But you won’t want to listen to it |