| Yeah
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| Ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah
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| Ah-ah-ah-ah
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| Yeah
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| Yeah-uh
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| (Can you see?)
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| Yeah-uh
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| (She's mine)
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| Uh-ah-oh-oh
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| (She's mine)
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| Mmm
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| Yum, a stick of 5 gum is the taste on my tongue
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| But for the right one, I’ll spit it out and place her right on
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| The night’s young, meaning we minus the bright sun
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| And I’m numb like I’m inside 'em like white on a ripe bun
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| Like that one, baby stacked wit' a fat one
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| Action-pack wit' a rack and a little bit of that 'yac she’s passed on
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| Got a 36-pack of Magnums, I’m Vlad and I’m back
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| I’ll put a bitch in a sack and bring her back
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| And then I gotta go and leave a lash from the passion
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| (I'm crazy) Sick as hell for the ladies
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| They don’t give a damn that I’m manic
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| Even though I’m so shady
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| Baby girl, but don’t play me
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| I ain’t tryna have no babies, but baby
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| You braised and so savory
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| Wanna excite ya, ignite the fight, so honey, taunt me
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| I just wanna bite you and watch you drip out
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| That’s 11 Gs, angel from heaven, she’s
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| Seven threes, hot egg and cheese for Pain, Tech and Weez
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| I know what you sayin'
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| But you know I ain’t playin'
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| Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
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| And oh-oh
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| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it,
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| baby
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| Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the
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| baby
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| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| Uh, now put that pussy on my lip and dip
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| Yeah, let’s make a movie, I’ma flip the script
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| Yeah, I wax that ass like Q-Tip
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| Yeah, float in that pussy like a cruise ship
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| Uh, 'cause I’m a nasty motherfucker
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| Yeah, I eat that pussy like the last supper
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| Yeah, I beat that pussy like brass knuckles
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| Heh, she call me daddy and she scream «Uncle»
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| Open up and spread, I’m pullin' her hair, she pullin' my dreads
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| I’m breakin' her off, we breakin' the bed
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| Fuck her like a dog, she shakin' her leg
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| I’m killin' it soft, I’m makin' it red
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| I’m makin' her talk, I’m makin' her beg
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| I’m makin' her crawl, I’m makin' her run
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| I’m makin' it numb, I’m makin' it cum, I am
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| Young Weezy F. Baby
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| She wish she could make a copy of my dick and save it
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| (Ha-ha) Now close your mouth, don’t waste it
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| I got that fuck food, baby, come taste it
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| Tunechi!
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| I know what you sayin'
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| But you know I ain’t playin'
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| Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
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| And oh-oh
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| (Girls sure look like fuck food to me)
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| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| Spin hat booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it,
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| baby
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| Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the
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| baby
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| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| (Girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| Oh-oh-oh-oh
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| When I get my mittens on this kitten
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| She’ll be bitten, then she missin'
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| 'Cause she fucked up and let the Tech in
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| Canceled all of her ex-men
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| If you think you got it, nigga, say it witcha chest, then
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| I’m gon' be your sex friend, rippin' off her dress, then
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| Nibblin' on her neck and I’m makin' her wet wit' no question
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| Yeah, animal magnetism, the sadomasochism
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| Got way mo' cash to give 'em, but they don’t ask, just twist 'em
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| I don’t have to give 'em stacks for me to mash within 'em
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| I’m they master, hit 'em with a lash and a nigga fast to stick 'em
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| And I like 'em all colors, multi-mack can make 'em all love us
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| And make 'em do all of us, and we don’t be trippin' on it 'cause we all brothers
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| Y’all slippers, as I be trippin' over broads, fuck it
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| The currency, see he keep his cards shuffled
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| The bitch’ll wanna let her jaws touch us, jaw-crushers
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| Anybody outside don’t get much news from me
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| 'Cause I get it in but I keep it on the hush (Who's the G?)
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| This rush, you agree, this is stuff dude for fee
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| But the girls sho' look like fuck food to me, ay
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| I don’t know what you feel
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| I don’t know what you think
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| I don’t know what you see, my nigga
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| (girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| (girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| I know what you sayin'
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| But you know I ain’t playin'
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| Tryna get my dick sucked through my jeans
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| And oh-oh
|
| (girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| (girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| Spin that booty 'round, drop it to the ground, let it make a sound, do-do it,
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| baby
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| Do it like that, lemme see the kitty-kat, then I hit it from the back for the
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| baby
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| (girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| (girl sure look like fuck food to me)
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| Now you see what I see
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| The lady’s mine, mine, mine, mine, mine
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| Now you see what I see (can you see?)
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| The lady’s mine, mine, (she's mine), mine, mine, (she's mine), mine |