| We been through SL Coupe
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| Wrist froze like Igloo
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| Big Lou, Tony get your sauce swirled
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| Come twisting, Nina whistling that you with your home girls
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| Big bankers, Big drinker, I see you sneaking
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| A peak so I know you live these gangsters
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| Freaky thoughts got me cussing at you
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| Visualizing me in side ya, baby can we holla
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| Lookie here lets skip the fake conversation and all the waiting
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| My name is Dub what’s crackalatin
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| Certified rider, all nighter, dipping in the Impala
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| Trying to get you with this anaconda
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| Be your friendly neighbor-hood neighbor with paper
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| Chrome and wood on the Chevy baby
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| Bust rubbers go deep under covers
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| A freaky mother fucka' we should get to know each other
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| Come take a ride with me baby
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| Me and my homey bout to blow — Flirt
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| I saw you at the light looking bright
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| Banging from your head to your toes — Flirt
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| Can’t tell the future, I don’t know what tomorrow holds
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| But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little
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| And if it’s good, drink a lil' mo — Flirt
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| Ain’t no denying I’m straight buying
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| You in that tight skirt
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| Cause baby you got my flirt
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| Shutting all rookies down
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| Stub down Dub Cezzy
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| A.k.a. |
| Pussy Hound
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| Who was snitching, punany technician
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| Trying to make your head off from multiple positions
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| Off a yatch and moet
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| I fiend for sex, menage a trois and getting freaky of that ass
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| Cause I insert it
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| Squirt it wit you on top jerking it
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| Playing Mystikal like «show me what you working wit»
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| Running up in it playing dead duck let me put the plug in it
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| Show you how a thug hit it
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| Exchange lines, blazing drinks St. Ides
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| Trying to do the damn thing wit you
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| And your girl at the same time
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| No commitments to make the butt riches, a machine loving m vocabulary, flirt
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| I got a problem, and it’s serious as cancer
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| No matter what you call it baby I’m a fuckaholic
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| Trying to get you on the lizo to blow
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| And whistle my melody, part them legs open like the Red Sea
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| Make you smack hit it from the back
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| While I’m creeping in the hood blowing on dubs sac
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| As long as your kit-kat gets wet and percolate
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| No matter the color or size, I can’t hate
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| I like the skinny ones, thick ones the whole entre
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| I even think I’m country for fat monkeys like Beyonce
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| Wet lips and as ghetto as Vivica
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| Nasty long tongue known for licking ya
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| I might trick a little just to keep the litter
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| But tripping as G gon' cause we goin sip
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| I’m mashing to smashing
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| There’s too many asses
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| I can’t role past them, I’m getting at them
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| (You me, Dub-Cee)
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| Uh, Dub-Cee (Flirt)
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| Case (that's me)
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| New millenium shit (baby baby babe) |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Flirt , by - WC. Song from the album Ghetto Heisman, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп