| I was born in seventy-one
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| In seventy-two I started to walk
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| Seventy-three
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| Seventy-four
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| Seventy-five
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| I learned to talk
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| Seventy-six I tried sexing
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| That was around the age of five
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| Seventy-seven
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| Seventy-eight
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| And seventy-nine
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| I started to ride
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| With my
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| Uncle ike
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| In eighty and eighty-one
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| I was about ten
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| But the first time a little chick
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| Made me cum
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| Was eighty-two
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| Or eighty-three
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| My life really came alive
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| In eighty-four
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| I was thirteen
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| But
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| Nineteen eighty-five's
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| The number
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| I met this bitch
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| Who told me if I got tight with her
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| Together we would grow rich
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| Type of chick
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| That’ll make a brother
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| Feel good inside
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| In my mind when I’m sleep
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| Woke
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| When I walk
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| When I ride
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| Getting to me in the classroom
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| Used to follow me into the bathroom
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| And I loved it
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| She was wild
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| And everyday
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| People bore me
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| Captivate
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| Activate my hormones
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| When you speak to me
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| Softly
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| Offer me
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| A piece of you
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| Cause
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| Me so horny
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| She let me foreplay
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| And that’s it
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| She said
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| If I would rap
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| And make some dollars for us
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| Maybe I can get a hit
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| I was writing
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| Then I found myself fighting
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| For the juices
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| When I found out
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| That our little agreement’s
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| Non-exclusive
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| Ah damn
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| She let celebrity status hit
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| So I’m thinking of tactics
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| How to leave ran down
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| Prophylatics
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| On the mattress
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| So I practice
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| Hoping to stuff my fat dick
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| In this rap bitch
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| Knowing when I stuff my cactus
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| In that catfish
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| Imma flat shit
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| She’s turning me into a killer
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| Devour fools
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| I’m powerful
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| Like mecha-godzilla
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| She said
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| If I keep rapping
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| She’ll keep clapping
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| But ain’t nobody strapping
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| Till she see paper
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| And then we’ll see what’s happening
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| And I hear her sayYou heard of tech
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| He’s like the best
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| He built his nest
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| In the midwest
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| The boy can flow
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| And he be busting like
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| Boom boom
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| It’s like I’m stuck
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| I feel I’m cursed
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| About to load the Ninna
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| Tech cause in a sec
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| I’m finna be busting like
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| Boom boomNinety-three
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| She invited me
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| To a party in l. |
| a
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| So popular
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| She introduced me to
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| 2pac the next day
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| She took me to this party
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| In beverly hills
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| Where me and chris tucker
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| Couldn’t get in
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| Because of our ball caps
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| And they was all about dollar bills
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| She was a g
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| And got us all in for free
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| Ran into pac again
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| She talked about him so tough
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| I knew she was cocking him
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| But I never did hate
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| Because I knew
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| Heated sex
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| Was our fate
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| As I got clever
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| And a lot better
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| She started letting me and my boys
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| Hit together
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| Me and pac hit the slot
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| Now it’s out in the open
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| Didn’t take long
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| To make her get it on
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| Came on strong
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| And thugs get lonely too
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| Was our slogan
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| She wanted me
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| And chino xl
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| But he backed off
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| And said that’s hell
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| He don’t dip into every female
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| Waiting to exhale
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| With a
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| Wet tail
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| Wish I could be with baby
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| Daily
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| But I recall
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| The veteran click saying
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| Tech
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| Don’t turn a tramp into your
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| Lady
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| I don’t know why
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| I want this bitch
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| She always dis and
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| Won’t let me
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| Showcase my shit
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| This bitch is driving Ninna
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| CrazyYou heard of tech
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| He’s like the best
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| He built his nest
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| In the midwest
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| And he be busting like
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| Boom boom
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| It’s like I’m stuck
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| I feel I’m cursed
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| About to load the Ninna
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| Tech cause in a sec
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| I’m finna be busting
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| Boom boomFuck this
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| I’m ready for
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| One on one ruckus
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| Still she like
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| Don’t touch this
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| When I’m alone with her
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| It’s on
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| When the bone hit her
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| Get her
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| Hoeing off in l. |
| a
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| With my folks
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| Me and yuk, phats, gonz
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| L q max key
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| Hella knocking your back out
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| Bitch
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| Long strokes
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| You a nympho
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| Who the pimps though
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| Me and roger troutman
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| Had you at juan momma house
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| Shouting
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| Through the talk box
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| You exhaust cocks
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| And you ought not
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| Ever get caught hot
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| Why she always gotta have the vault lock
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| Kinda mad when I really
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| Thought back
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| Me and rza hit that ass
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| On the video set
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| Why did we hit
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| Raw
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| Bitch told us
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| How she fucked
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| Eminem
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| Kool g
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| Krs
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| Monch
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| Exhibit and
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| All
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| Type a niggas
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| When felony fucked
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| He said
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| What what what what
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| I was next in line
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| Right after he busted his
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| Nut nut nut nut
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| I heard
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| My homey rodney say
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| She want me and lynch to hit
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| Sac and mo dick
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| And she said she wanted it so bad
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| Cause we so sick
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| I saw you at 92.3
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| The beat
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| With jay-z and damon
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| I know at times
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| I’m hella complex
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| But now imma put it in lamens
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| I wanna fuck you
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| Not with jimmy jam
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| Not with terry lewis
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| Not with quincy jones
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| Not with qd3
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| Just me and you
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| And imma show you all the things
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| That I can do
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| Go platinum plus
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| Get trapped in your lust
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| So I’m hoping me and you can
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| Bang bang
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| I know you’re a groupie hoe
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| But I still
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| Want your coochie though
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| Before I go
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| I want you to tell these people
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| Your name
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| Rap game |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Cursed , by - Tech N9ne. Song from the album Anghellic, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп