| Hey yo It’s time for a confession, it’s best if I just testify
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| From years of going in on myself, I been desensitized
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| Yo shorty down for sessions, no way she got some friends with thighs
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| But on the spot I’m good for thinking of some defensive lies
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| I say yo baby girl let’s not make this a spectacle
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| Your nose is out of place, plus your face is in-symmetrical and
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| Look at them chesticles and I’m feeling some other hun
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| Your one of them is just slightly smaller than the other one
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| Yo how am I supposed to be performing under these conditions?
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| I been hit up the doctor, Yo I been filled out prescriptions
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| I took them joints so long I started developing a resistance
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| It’s like, playing discus where they’re tearing in your meniscus
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| But yo, I’m getting women wishing me the best of wishes
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| And plenty shortys sending me some messages with pictures
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| Talking about your majesty here’s the digits let me take a stab at
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| Defying the laws of gravity, and
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| Defying the laws of physics
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| Yo
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| Let’s get home
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| Get high
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| Get wine
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| Get schnapps
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| Recline
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| In time
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| Get mine
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| Get knocked
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| It’s fine
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| But mid-top
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| This dime just slid Oc
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| Whole shit got gridlocked
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| Hey yo I’m gonna get my shit rocked x3
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| A nigga gonna get his shit rocked
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| Hey yo I’m gonna get my, check it
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| Ayo shorty living in Montclair
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| Got Moncler, My blunt, Conair
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| Blowing the hair by the armoire, In the armchair
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| Forty fortune brassiere Holdin a pair, Of the most rare
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| Cover the pair shaped fair skinned twins up in the air
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| A couple of grams of snore up in the cans of war, plans a bore
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| When she took out the cans, and let, both of my hands support
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| Random thought, If this chicks bathed for really
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| I spray up the club though she got prey to Willy, feel me?
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| She go wherever the guy go, spy go to the Tahoe
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| She fiending for the braggiole
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| I’m leaning for the console, scheming on her tonsils
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| She want to get frisky, but I can’t get off of no whiskey
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| Not even half-chub, shriveled like out of the bath tub
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| She laughed, shrug, giggled and told me to pack up
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| Shorty let’s back up and, let’s try it again
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| But I can’t pretend
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| A player won’t cry in the end
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| Yo
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| Let’s get home
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| Get high
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| Get wine
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| Get schnapps
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| Recline
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| In time
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| Get mine
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| Get knocked
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| It’s fine
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| But mid-top
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| This dime just slid Oc
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| Whole shit got gridlocked
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| Hey yo I’m gonna get my shit rocked x3
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| A nigga gonna get his shit rocked
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| Hey yo I’m gonna get my, check it |