| So you getting married tomorrow huh
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| Congratulations, hey you know I always be trying to look out for ya
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| And just so you, can get this dick out your system
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| And you don’t commit adultery, or nothing like that
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| Why don’t you come over here, and give me some of that pussy
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| I keep thinking about, the first time that we fucked
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| I was just six inches, you was a B cup
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| Fuck all night, in your mama’s bed
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| Yes we did, like Obama said
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| Never kiss and tell, but I told my homie Craig
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| Ain’t nothing sweeter, than being between your legs
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| Dicking you up, in the center of the room
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| And riding that ass, like a witch on a broom
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| Your groom ain’t freaky, like me down there
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| I’m well rounded with the lint game, dude’s a square
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| But this time tomorrow, you’ll be walking the isle
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| And I’mma be the reason you smile, I’m speaking on it right now
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| But I’ll forever hold my piece, at the ceremony
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| Feel that shit, bring back memories don’t it
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| Love it, when you do the cowgirl in reverse
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| You getting married, let me leave you alone but first
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| I just wanna fuck you, one mo' time
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| For old time’s sake, let a nigga knock you down
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| I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying
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| I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying
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| Ain’t nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind
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| And if your man tripping, you know I’ll be around
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| Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind
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| Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind
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| Your booty look like, two butterball turkeys
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| But I’m not going in, I don’t do butterball surgery
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| Just giving you a compliment, you know I love your bowlegs
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| Married in your mind, but them Ro titties and Ro legs
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| Bet you when you walking down the isle, in the back of your mind
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| You gon' be reminiscing, about how I hit it from behind
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| So don’t cheat yourself, treat yourself
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| You civilized around him, around me you can be yourself
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| Cause I’mma be me, and me is real freaky deaky
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| You gon' think you peed on yourself, leaky-leaky
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| Homeboy glasses ain’t looking right, he think he can see me
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| Knock his ass out, rings point bailbonds gon' have to free me
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| When I get out, I’mma go shit shower shave
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| Gators on my feet, Polo on my body sharp as a blade
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| Tomorrow, you gon' have a different last name
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| So before the sun rise, open up your thighs let me do my thang
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| I just wanna fuck you, one mo' time
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| For old time’s sake, let a nigga knock you down
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| I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying
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| I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying
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| Ain’t nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind
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| And if your man tripping, you know I’ll be around
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| Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind
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| Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind
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| I went and caught ya, at your bacholorette party full of wine
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| Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind
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| Spot you at the hotel, putting on your wedding dress
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| And send you to the church house, with dick on your breath
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| It’s Willie D chump, that’s what it be hump
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| You trying to put on lock, I got the key fuck
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| I’m harder than a tree stump, baby
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| And one mo' nut, and it’s all gravy
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| We was some nasty lil' ol' ass kids, cause we would do it anywhere
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| Back then you barely had booty, but it was still up in the air
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| And I was standing all up in it, working up a sweat
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| Go on marry that nigga, but I’m the nigga you won’t forget
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| When y’all be in the bed, I know you don’t be satisfied
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| I know you a nympho, he don’t even know you have that side
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| To him, you just a bad bitch with a job
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| You give vegetarian head, dick is corn on the cob
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| I just wanna fuck you, one mo' time
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| For old time’s sake, let a nigga knock you down
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| I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying
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| I’mma hit it, till you damn near start crying
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| Ain’t nothing wrong, with a little bump and grind
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| And if your man tripping, you know I’ll be around
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| Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind
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| Hit you with a pound of the meat, from behind |