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zuò qǔ : Battlecat, Domino |
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Now young bitches got it goin' on and here' s a new thing |
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She looks of twentyone but she' s under eighteen |
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Now picture a man with a plan, what' s he gonna do? |
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She' s only sixteen but looks twentytwo |
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And age isn' t a factor ' cause she' s fine to the dude |
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And plus she' s built like a truck there must be somethin' in her food |
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Or her water because she' s somebody' s daughter |
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Who' s attractive to a son as well their father' s |
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And they know this, that ass sticks with us |
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And like my homie told me once she' s quite bootylicious |
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Watch your mouth drop with them dubs that she threw on |
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Dandy like candy, so you can get your chew on |
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What' cha wanna do, what' cha gonna do |
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When you find out that she' s far from twentytwo? |
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Yo, it' s not the same G when you game G |
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With the dames drop a line like this before you do |
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Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
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Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
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What' s up with these bitches tryin' to play us like a fool? |
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Lookin' of age real proper but just enrollin' in high school |
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I' m callin' ' em collard greens ' cause they' re corn bread fed |
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Runnin' more game than what your homie Simon said |
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Yo what is this, new statistic? |
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Went from pants and Vaseline to short skirts and lipstick |
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You ask who to blame, I don' t know but I' ma |
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Take it upon myself and blame it on they mama |
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For beatin' that ass with a baseball bat |
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Swole it all up now it' s proper and fat |
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Fed ' em attitudes, Big Macs and mile |
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Leave ' em all alone and it' s on in the jilt |
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Or the house ' cause that' s where they open up they mouth |
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So in the day she' s a child, at night she' s an adult |
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And Diggity Domino I like to ride it like a tractor |
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But there' s a question at hand because that age is a factor |
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Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
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Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
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There was a man named Bill, on a Saturday night he went to a club |
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And read a sign before he entered it sayin', " Eighteen and up" |
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But we know that' s just a game for the man that' s runnin' |
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Thangs ' cause he' s lettin' all the fly bitches come in |
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Regardless of the age and shit |
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But since this story' s about Bill let' s get back to it |
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Bill met a collard green, she looks mean |
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Ran a little game, now she' s on the team |
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You know what comes next, took her to the snooty |
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Treated her like a salad, tossed up the booty |
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Bill played it wrong and he got lazy |
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No protection, guess what, oopsy daisy |
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Now baby' s pregnant ' cause Bill neglected |
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To be protected, now he' s arrested |
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One year under eighteen and you' re through |
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So if you' re game drop a line like this before you do |
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Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
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Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
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Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |
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Do you qualify? It sure looks good to me |