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Likes to go, eventual |
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Lead you home, come inside |
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Why you got your ass on your shoulders |
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Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch |
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I lead inside |
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Why you got your ass on your shoulders [Busta Rhymes] |
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Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair |
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Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair |
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Bitch understand |
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I must have got a handle in here |
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Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there |
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Create a scandal in there |
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Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there |
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Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there |
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Pussy hot like she lit a ****in' candle in there |
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Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot |
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And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot |
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It was funny how |
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I thought |
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I wasted breath on the broad |
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A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the |
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God And then |
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I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out |
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I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth |
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Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out |
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And swingin' about until |
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I start kickin' em' out |
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Because ya... [Hook: Kokane] [Busta Rhymes] |
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I'm sayin' she **** a nigga like she want the |
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God to lay in a hearse |
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Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse |
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And what be makin' it worse |
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That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first |
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Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders |
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But now you'll be ****in' a nigga till he fall in a coma |
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I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends |
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As I remember now you give me head in front of my |
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Benz So now |
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I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up |
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With a car load of bitches now |
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I'm packin' it up |
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Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up |
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Let me beat the pussy till |
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I start blackin' it up |
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Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up |
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Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up |
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Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out |
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Ass swingin' about till |
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I start kickin' em' out |
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Because ya... [Hook: Kokane] [Busta Rhymes] |
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Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself |
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With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself |
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Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga |
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So instead ya front like you ain't really ****in' a nigga |
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But still |
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I really love to sit on my dough |
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And there's nothin' |
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I love when ya keep ya shit on the low |
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Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out |
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Ass swingin' about till |
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I start kickin' em' out |
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Because ya... |