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Here we go |
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Ay yo, ladies where you at c'mon c'mon |
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Ladies where you at c'mon c'mon |
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You ready to freak out ladies? |
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Yeah, soldiers |
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We 'bout to line it up just right |
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Check it, watch how we do it |
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[Verse One] |
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Make way for the kid to come in girl |
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And let me rock cause I love the way you pop that (C'mon) |
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Every single time we come to drop that |
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A lot of freaky women react to a nigga hot track (Lets go) |
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Then we start to cook up the place |
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Women watching the nigga with the ready to do the (UGH!) look on their face |
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(C'mon) |
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Freak nasty, you know the way you do it all on the guard |
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And the way you love to speak nasty, another freak pass me (WOO!) |
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Floss on, in the club ain't even got the draws on |
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You messing with a nigga better, stop that shit mama |
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In other words you better watch that shit cause you got that shit |
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The way your ass sit up all on your back |
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Its like you need to go shop that, see niggas would cock that |
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And definitely won't waste it |
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And while you at it take a lick and just taste it (taste it, taste it, taste it) |
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[Chorus] |
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B-b-baby tell me why tell me so |
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I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low |
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So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it |
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Baby tell me why tell me so |
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I'd like you to go high you tell me to go low |
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So I go low, taste the shit, taste it again I like it |
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[Verse 2] |
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Pass the last courvoisier bottle down the at bar |
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See a chick that kinda look like a star |
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And I'm saying even though I wanna to take you home girl |
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I know its kinda late but you ain't got to come along girl [echo] |
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Wait a sec you know I know a song girl |
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Me and you and one of your other home girls [echo] |
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Let me put it down and we started to bone girl |
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The other had a heat 'I thought ya'll be gettin' along girl?' [echo] |
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Just put the pep in your step, what's with all the emotional shit |
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You know we be swingin' a hep |
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Put it on me like I wouldn't recover |
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Saying two chicks that was beefin' and touching and feeling each other |
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Word to mother, now we having a ball |
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The way we knockin' as the sound of the bed head smackin' the wall |
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Baby I'm saying I lovin' how you rubbin' |
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And the way that you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it |
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Baby I love it, the way you rub it |
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And the way you lace it and rush it when you gettin' ready to taste it |
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[Chorus] |
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[Hook] |
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Girl I know you wanna |
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(Taste it, taste it, taste it) |
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Yeah I like it the way you always get down and |
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(Taste it, taste it, taste it) |
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Ladies! If you want your man to get down and |
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(Taste it, taste it, taste it) |
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Just throw your hands in the air, fella's just make it do it too |
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(Taste it, taste it, taste it) |
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Now you can both do it |
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[Verse Three] |
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Shorty hit me all on the two-way |
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Tell me to meet her way in the back by the couches up inside the cheetah |
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Then I step up in the club keep it moving wit' my hand on my heater |
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Stay alert and never moving the sleeper |
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Even though this shit was way off the meter |
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Couldn't believe her |
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Shorty buggin' and giving me head in back of the speaker |
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Now check it, I love the way she step to it and how she's keepin' it basic |
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And always be ready to taste it |
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[Chorus] |
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[Repeat till end (Haah! taste it, taste it, taste it)] |
