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Girls random at the grocery with their hips on swole |
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Reaches for the Mop-N-Glow lettin' that backside show |
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Cus she know, that's why she glance back so slow |
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Avoiding eye contact before this lust thang grow |
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Damn! Miss Ma'am with the mammary glands |
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To hug you from the back I'd need two extra hands |
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Sex by the cans with the okra and yams, damn |
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Imagination pacin', turnin' me hound |
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All stores say "Seeing-eye dogs allowed" |
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And yes, the flesh is willing and oh so able |
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Mind blind from video hoes and cable |
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I only grind dimes, is that close to faithful? |
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Ain't in the race, don't mean I can't look out the stable |
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Don't call me a smut, we be better than that |
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I'll be Dr. Massuese, you can be the cat in my lap |
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Let's be Energizer bunnies with the batteries back |
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Girl you so lovable |
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So soft and touchable |
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But I don't wanna fall (In love) |
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Completely huggable |
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Wonderfully fuckable |
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And you know that's what you are, you are |
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You're looking jazzy, with a touch of nasty |
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But you walk right past me, don't do me that way |
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I'm staring at you at the club for about an hour and a half |
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And you smelling like you just took a shower and a bath |
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And those curves? Aw, they strike a nerve |
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From your nose to your toes, your whole body's superb |
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And... I'm sure you got a mind too |
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And with my head, I can get behind you |
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If you want something solid... I got it |
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I keep my game and my thang polished |
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Huh, I'm just trippin'... girl let's just dip outta here |
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I got weed, wine, liquor and beer |
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At the spot, why not? Girl, you fine as fuck |
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Don't say no girl, don't do me like dat |
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Huh, I don't wanna offend ya, but I do wanna put my thang in ya |
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Girl you so lovable |
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So soft and touchable |
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But I don't wanna fall (In love) |
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Completely huggable |
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Wonderfully fuckable |
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And you know that's what you are, you are |
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I was gone off her features soon as I seen mamacita |
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Her tongue playing with the straw in her margarita |
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Puckering lips showin' me she got jaws to eat a |
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Dick Cheney told me watch my heart and not her features |
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But Jesus, I don't mean to be in vain |
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But I'd tip ya with my tithe money just to get a name |
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Bartender, could you tell her to give me a shot |
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If not, Woodford on the rocks and make it a double |
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Might holla later on the block, not lookin' for struggle |
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But for an out of world experience hop in my shuttle |
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Fresh out the muzzle, trained like good hair |
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Come chop it up with me there's some good wood here |
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Get lucky in Kentucky if you play the odds right |
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Where brothers'll serenade a broad like |
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Girl you so lovable |
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So soft and touchable |
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But I don't wanna fall (In love) |
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Completely huggable |
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Wonderfully fuckable |
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And you know that's what you are, you are |
