| You’re one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
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| You’re one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
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| Unga bunga bunga, ingda bing da bunga
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| It’s fun ta hunt the cunt ta ding the ding ta feed muh hunga
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| I jump on a bitch, pump on a chick, crunch n munch on a clit, dunk on a dick
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| Somethin sunk in it quick, krump in it bit, humpin the Ninna, bring the thunda
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| I be the king’a kung, up in ya spleen, the weenas on ya
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| I — eat it up like sufamunda, cheese between lisagna
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| I — skeet it up, n giddy up, fiend fa cream, va-geena tongue
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| Then feed the need, we lump fa huntas, easily we done ya
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| The gal sho look like fuck food ta me
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| might as well, bitch, I know you suck dudes for free
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| I can smell slit, when I’m in lust to a degree
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| If the shell fits, I’m the dust, you is dibres, trick
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| If you one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
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| We come for the wonder chicks, whos buns’re thick to make my lumber spit
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| And my whole crew hunt
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| Want some’a that new chum
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| Kerri Hilson, sho looks good
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| Taste good too punk
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| You’re one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
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| (?) take notice I’m approachin, scopin out where the cushion at
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| Snatch her out this habitat, soon as I stab my hook in that
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| Can’t stop lickin my chops, watchin her walk, n now I’m look at
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| them pair of apple Bottoms n that bomb donka that she put in that
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| I got bottle full’a captain n jack, n I’m ready to get it crackin
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| Baby now tell me whut’chu wanna do
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| I got a package full a magnums thats back at the pad if you wanna attack
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| Then I’mma be strapped up for you
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| And all ya home girls, baby bring the whole hurd!
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| Its open season for pillow squeezin, n leavin toes curled
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| Inebriated, slightly faded, time to get it poppin
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| Pull u p the bus, open the doors, n all the bunnies hop in
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| Show me her naval ring, said theres one more underneath it
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| Tech I don’t believe, Kalli whut you think? |
| (LET ME SEE IT!)
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| The newest member of the Drill Team
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| I’m on the prowl
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| Just a wiff’a the feminin scent I’m equpin for infinite pimpin, its goin down
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| See baby girl, I’ll beat it up, and put it in a headlock
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| When I snap n go primevil on that ass, makin the bed rock
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| You’re one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish
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| I’m a sexual preditor, better alert the neighbors
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| Cuz they desprite house wives, is just my flavor
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| Darth Vadar, pullin out my light saber
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| And they like my hard candy covered now and later
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| Spear chuck’a mutha (HEY!) I’m a hunta, gathera
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| Lookin for a super soaka n lofa ladderal
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| Bend’er over then ya stroke her, I mean ya stabbin’er
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| Get to pokin, get to strokin, I mean ya ravage’r
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| (?migowa?) I’m eatin bush babies right out the showa
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| Dine with me n N9ne, byin fine wine
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| We devour ya, carnivourish niggerish
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| I gobble the top ya like it was licorish
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| I even tell fat girls (HEY!) come here, are ya ticklish?
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| Dirk Diggler, might hurt’cha but might fit’cha
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| Honey want a hunt’cha just ta hit’cha
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| S’go on, take a chance, when I advance, don’t freeze up
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| Somethin in ya pants I wanna beat up cuz, ya-ya-ya-
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| You’re one hunder-ed, we so hunter-ish |