| I see that expression on your face is blank
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| Look like, you need a little extra space to thank
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| I’ma put somethin on yo' mind, no doubt
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| Let me take a long ride inside, yo' mouth
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| I don’t care if the police, run my plates
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| I got a top notch with me, and one on the way
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| And we gon' do it all night 'til the sun come up
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| 'Til they both quit and ask me if I done enough
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| But that’s a never endin story how I dogged these hoes
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| Tryin to run game, bitch I heard it all befo'
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| It’s just me and you baby, some wine and some weed
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| Now you wanna do the 69 with me
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| On a sex mission, to the next position
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| A lot of extra lickin, you know the definition
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| Of a fantasy, can it be true?
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| Another rendezvous, just me and you
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| Bitch I’m married
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| Don’t hide your face baby, stand in the light
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| Fuck this shit just hand me the mic
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| Some of y’all hoes don’t be dancin right
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| You can’t be a pro when it’s amateur night
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| Curiosity, killed your cat
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| Kick back, and listen to a real one rap
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| I’m spittin this game, girl you feelin that?
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| Open them thighs, let me peel it back
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| Bitch, you so professional
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| Can’t hold back, baby let it go
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| Why you wanna test a ho
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| Send her to the track, let her flip your roll
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| She said, «Too $hort baby don’t be that way
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| I’ve been lovin you ever since back in the day
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| Now you wanna break me and take my cash
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| Make me get naked, and shake my ass»
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| Bitch you got that right
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| You better do it all day and don’t stop at night
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| Don’t make me hurt yo' ass
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| You can gimme those gifts but I prefer cash
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| Ain’t no stoppin that
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| I ride down the street with the top in the back
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| When I was young, I swore I’d never change
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| Cause I’m all about the money and I’m married to the game |