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I know a dude named Jimmy used to run up in me |
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Night time pissy drunk off the henny rimmy |
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I didn't mind it, when he fucked me from behind |
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It felt fine, 'specially when he used to grind it |
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He was a trick when I sucked his dick |
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Used to pass me bricks, credit cards and shit |
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Suck him to sleep,I took the keys to the jeep |
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Tell him 'I'll be back,' go fuck with some other cats |
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Flirtin', gettin' numbers, in the summer, hoe hop |
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Raw top in my mans drop |
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Then this homey Jimmy, he's scremain 'Gimme,' |
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Lay me on my back, bustin' nuts all in me |
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After ten times we fucked, I think I bust twice |
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He was nice, kept my neck filled with ice |
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Put me in Chanels, kept me out nice |
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Cold suckin' his dick, rockin' tha mike |
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It was somethin' about this dude I couldn't stand |
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Somethin' that coulda made his ass a real man |
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Somethin' I wanted, but I never was pushy |
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the motherfucker never ate my pussy |
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Chorus: I don't want dick tonight, eat my pussy right |
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Uh, uh, uh, uh Lil' Kim, Lil' Kim, bring it to me now |
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I know a dude named Ron Doo push a Q |
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Had a wild crew on Flatbush and Avenue U |
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Had a weedspot, used to pump African black |
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He used to, seal his bag so his workers wouldn't cap |
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I used to see him, in the tunnel, with fuckers at dawn |
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Whisper in my ear he wanna get his fuck on |
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I dug him, so I fucked him, it wasn't nuttin' |
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He wanted me to suck him, but I didn't, I aint frontin' |
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The sex was wack, a four stroke creep |
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I jumped on his dick, rode his ass to sleep |
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He called next week, askin' why I aint beep him |
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'I thought your ass was still sleepin.' |
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He laughed, told me he bought a new Path |
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Could he come over right fast and fuck my pretty ass? |
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I'll pass, nigga the dick was trash |
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If sex was record sales you would be double plat |
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The only way you seein' me is if you eatin' me |
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Downtown taste my love like Horace Brown |
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Tryin' to impress me with your five G stones |
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I give you ten G's nigga if you leave me alone, screamin' |
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Chorus |
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The moral of the story is this |
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You aint lickin' this, you aint stickin' this |
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And I got witnesses, ask any nigga I been with |
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They aint hit shit till they stuck they tongue in this |
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I aint with that frontin' shit |
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I got my own Benz, I got my own ends, immediate friends |
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Me and my girls rock worlds, some big niggas |
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Fuck for car keys, and double digit figures |
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Good dick I cherish, I could be blunt |
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I treat it like it's precious, I aint gonna front |
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For limp dick niggas, that's frontin' like they willy |
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Suck my pussy till they kill me, you feel me? |
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Chorus |
