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Pretty little sally sat up by the tree trunk |
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White miniskirt with a betty boom bum |
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She had a ass like deborah cox, face like lauryn |
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Waist like a coke bottles scoring |
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Pretty young thing loved the swings |
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And times she got my ding-a-ling hard |
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When she said push hard, she kept vaseline |
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Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back |
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Now held accountable right for my actions |
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Right before the wallabee champ was rockin wallows |
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Drawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottle |
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Lines from dolomite, few tips from goines |
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Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins |
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Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss |
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Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off |
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Mole like marilyn monroe, threw a rose in her mouth |
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Wherever god go will be mrs. coke |
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Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys |
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Hope the years go slow, slow |
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Surrounded by intelligence, life through education |
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Healthy minds will grow, grow |
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Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out |
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The cops are still coming, vibe with me |
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Everybody's talking about wu-tang fronting |
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But you still telling lies to me |
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Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love |
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But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go |
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It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass |
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I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus |
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The faggot nore son, now year later |
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Lady 7th floor, building 7-80 |
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Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me |
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Young nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on |
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Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn |
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I really liked the girl, had dreams about her |
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Thinking to myself some nights she got ("powered") |
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But hating, was shinene and grace and key-lolo |
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Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago |
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Hit me, you hit me, grace got the last hit |
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Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit |
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So i jumped in |
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Those were the days, made faces in school plays |
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Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days |
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Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller |
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Stapleton bum nigga, i pop a cherry for her |
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Fresh air fun, here's dunn, alphabets, berets |
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Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum |
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Then engage him with them candy rings |
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Eh yo, i hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed rob |
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I broked her chicko's sticks |
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[outro: ghostface killah] |
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Guys and girls, y'all remember those days, and shit |
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Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret |
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Next looking like baby powder, youknowhatimean? |
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Those were the days right there |
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Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy |
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Youknowhatimean? you'd just come in school for half days, and all that |
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Just to see that little girl right there, ? to this |
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Go home and think about it, youknowhatimean? |
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May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatimean? |
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Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there g |
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That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatimean? |
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Might get a little, go to the g.o. store or something, youknowhatimean? |
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Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatimean? |
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A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatimean? |
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That's that real shit, g i miss those shits, man |
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I wanna go back to school, man |
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That's my word, man |
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For real y'all, those were, those were the... goddamn y'all, you remember... |
