| This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what’s the business baby
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| I’ve been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
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| You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
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| With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
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| But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
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| So I can call you later on, on your phone or something
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| Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
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| It’s no limits to what we do, cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
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| I’m digging in your walls something viscious
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| With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
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| You delirious, or might I say you taste so delicious
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| With your pretty brown skin, like Almond Joys and Kisses
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| And you ah certified head doctor
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| Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won’t holler
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| Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
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| Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom
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| Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped
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| Damn that ass hot, seems like it’s gone melt
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| You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
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| Then bust a nut all over yourself
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| The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
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| In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
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| Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause
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| And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall
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| I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
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| You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
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| Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
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| Cut you up like you ain’t been cut
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| From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
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| Turn around, you got me right
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| I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me So gone see about a pimp and that monkey
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| And that’s fo’sho'
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| What’s the buiseness baby, can I get in them drawes
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| I like the way your hands rub against my balls
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| Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall
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| With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
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| 135 petite, and your smell is unique
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| Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
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| Oh, You a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
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| The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
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| So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
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| And I’ma tell you like this, cause a nigga so real, and stay trill
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| Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill
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| And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
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| Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill
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| So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
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| While I lay this dick down on you just like I’m Teddy |