| When I step up in the place your chance is gone
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| That bitch you was glancin on
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| If she leaves with me, no chance that her pants is on
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| No bra no panties on
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| Make me suck the same thang that my hand be on
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| Redbone big bitch with a sandy tone
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| We gone, South Beach in the Miami zone
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| Damn she wrong, bad little candy cone
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| One head nod from me she out the door
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| One head job from her she out the door
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| Back to the beach, back yo, the line o
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| All bullshit aside she’s a cold piece
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| The type to might go search the whole beach
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| The type to might go out and bring back somethin wild
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| Screamin, fuck me fuck me fuck me!!!
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| Sexy walkin with that attitude, you lookin at me, I’m lookin at you
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| Although I know I wan’t you I just can’t help but check for you
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| Lookin at me, I’m lookin at you
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| Sneaky ways but I ain’t mad at you, lookin at me, lookin at you
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| Just imagine how this could go, I wan’t you so
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| And if you give me a chance, boy you know it’s gonna get real
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| Uh huh, yeah huh
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| I take mine from all waist line, face to the dime, waste no time
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| Grind on the dicktake mine with a lick
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| You still be singin that Sunshine shit
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| It’s your world girl come collide with the dick
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| Some hot tone champagne Heather Hunter dominant some moan shit
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| Home alone on some groan shit
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| King Kong make you moan with this
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| And still wan’t it all, in the club bathroom stall
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| Backseat take your clothes off
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| And still fuck your broad, and all it take is one phone call
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| Show up, and I’m beatin up all walls
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| No joke, she broke all laws, handcuff a nigga lost balls
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| There we roll (Creep)
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| I got a spot where we could go and roll (Creep)
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| Whether you can kick it holla let me know (She creep)
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| I’ll keep it on the low, ooh oh oh (Creep creep creep creep)
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| Sexy walkin with a street attitude
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| Love to get between the streets and cheat on your dude
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| Besides, these drugs, got me in the mood
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| After the club we can choose how Stella got her groove
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| I ain’t tryin to live rude, meet at my room number 2−1-3
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| Private slumber party, with your name on the V-I-P
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| That’s how we get crunked sip realy and get drunk
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| Sexy walkin with that attitude, you lookin at me, I’m lookin at you
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| Although I know I wan’t you I just can’t help but check for you
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| Lookin at me, I’m lookin at you
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| Sneaky ways but I ain’t mad at you, lookin at me, lookin at you
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| Just imagine how this could go, I wan’t you so
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| And if you give me a chance, boy you know it’s gonna get real |