| Dott Dogg:
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| Y’all DJ niggas know what’s up Play that shit
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| Yeah! |
| get your hands in the air nigga
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| Come on!
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| X-Raided:
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| Now when we first meant she was young and wild
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| But so was I starin at me with them brown eyes
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| What’s on your mind?
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| Love, relaxation, blunts, drinks, and conversations
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| What ever happens after that its up to favorin
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| What you really lookin for?
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| You want man or a homie of a friend let me know
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| It ain’t got to be complicated
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| We got to get a understandin so I gave what you demandin
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| Now what you really wanted was me But who am I to disagree
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| But I got to wear a hat cuz baby might be dead
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| And we made beautiful music she even said it was mine
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| I was caught up in abusin it so I didn’t mind
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| We was grindin in a slow motion
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| I let her have that milky white thick silky black baby makin potion
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| No emotions envolved
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| Ain’t no love or hate
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| I just want them thick lips
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| Can we osculate?
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| Dark chocolate skin that only guys create
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| My mom ethatuated by a lie
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| They say I’m down with massagining
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| But I can’t deny I love my mahogony |
| Baby can we kick it tonight?
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| Maybe if you let a playa hit tonight
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| I may say
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| If lickin it right?
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| You crazy
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| I ain’t wit it tonight
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| But if your kitten is tight
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| I just might baby
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| Baby can we kick it tonight?
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| Maybe if you let a playa hit tonight
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| I may say
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| If lickin it right?
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| You crazy
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| I ain’t wit it tonight
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| But if your kitten is tight
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| I just might
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| Six months later when we going strong
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| Who would have thought weakened baby girl clickin like a metronon
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| Now I was wrong when I said I was gon hit it and quit it Cuz baby girl got me fiendin and I got to admit it You think I mean it I love the way she do her thang
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| Keep me comin back to her like a boomerang
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| She blew my brain lookin at me evil eyes gleamin
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| She’s a I see love demon that be drinkin my semen
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| And it’s a to fight say we inceprable
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| She nothin nice and I refuse to let it go She quick to loc up the daily green bud smoker
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| Deep throater never toker taste like mocha
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| A little vicious mairtricious five foot six
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| But I’ma ruggish hoodlum so we a good mix |
| I don’t need no plantless little angel in my world
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| You got to be a little scandless to be daddy’s girl
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| With that cinnamon skin that only guys create
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| My mom ethatuated by a lie
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| They say I’m down with massagining
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| But I can’t deny I love my mahogony
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| Baby can we kick it tonight?
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| Maybe if you let a playa hit tonight
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| I may say
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| If lickin it right?
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| You crazy
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| I ain’t wit it tonight
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| But if your kitten is tight
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| I just might baby
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| Baby can we kick it tonight?
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| Maybe if you let a playa hit tonight
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| I may say
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| If lickin it right?
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| You crazy
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| I ain’t wit it tonight
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| But if your kitten is tight
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| I just might
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| Baby can we kick it tonight?
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| Maybe if you let a playa hit tonight
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| I may say
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| If lickin it right?
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| You crazy
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| I ain’t wit it tonight
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| But if your kitten is tight
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| I just might baby
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| Baby can we kick it tonight?
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| Maybe if you let a playa hit tonight
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| I may say
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| If lickin it right?
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| You crazy
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| I ain’t wit it tonight
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| But if your kitten is tight
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| I just might |