| I could have it every day
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| Cause ain’t nothin' but a bae
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| My goodness, you’re the reason for my woodness
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| You got the kind of shit that’ll make me go hoodless
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| I’mma hood this, miss’s got a permanent seat on my face she could sit
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| No bullshit, she keep me shootin' off like a rocket
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| When she drop it upon my dick, I let it play inside the pink pocket
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| It’s so pretty, yo titties, and that ass got me so gritty
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| When that good good get goin' make a nigga wanna move down to yo city
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| Sideways my best way, my right hand hold your right ankle
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| My left hand where your breast lay, obeyin' every command you hear Tech say
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| And y’all know I can write a whole essay
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| On how much I love the NaNa multi-orgasmic, nigga that’s cray
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| Slidin' behind ya remind ya that I’m very fine
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| And ya fine or a six all around us
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| When ya lick and grab it
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| Tongue kiss it and tug it
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| Spit sloppy I gotta (Sing on the microphone)
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| Got her singin' and feelin', I’m finger fuckin', I’m feedin'
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| I’m beatin', munchin', and needin'
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| Keep gushin' appease and I’m greetin' lust with allegiance
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| Heart thrust when I’m deep in
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| And makin' it wet, see that’s an understatement
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| But your legs like this, I’ma dig it like this
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| Let me get a little innovatin'
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| Yeah, had to give her that long stroke
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| Had to put that Co 2 and that car drive in that condo
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| Leavin' her a just delight, so when we fight it’s just a fight
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| But when we finally fuck at night, it’s too taboo for the stuck up type
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| And we don’t need no porn, we turned on from the foreplay that we perform
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| I work wonders with my fingers, had it squirtin' in my hand like a squeezin'
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| orange
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| We both freakazoids, tried all the creams and oils, all the beats and tours
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| We love fuckin', when she bleedin' I leave it in with no rubber
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| Leavin' hotel comforters and sheets destroyed, is that TMI?
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| She can I don’t give a fuck, choke her out havin' angry sex
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| So take it out and let her taste the 'cillin
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| She deep-throated with no gag reflex
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| Whoever taught her that can have respect
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| I let her have my Strange chain while I fuck her with my skully on
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| Remember when I fingered you in Kroger
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| We thought we were discreet but a couple people probably saw
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| We act like a couple teenagers, the both of us grown as hell
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| While you were up, like a ponytail and let our neighbors hear us moan and yell
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| Fuckin' like I’m diggin for gold I’m thrill up in it |