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Lust, once ya feel it in your bones, yo, you know you can’t stop it/ |
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Understand? Let me expand while we’re on the topic/ |
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I date plain Janes, hot chicks/ |
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But I usually only ******* with female pilots cause they got the illest ****pits |
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Ha, and if the crotch fits, wear it/ |
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I’m the type of Martha Fokker to ditch a ******* the day before I meet the parents/ |
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She’s embarrassed she’s dating a rapper – with baggy pants/ |
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Pick her up from mass, system on blast, grabbing her ass/ |
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Glad we could smash, but I gotta move on to the next chick/ |
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I’m an outgoing male, I send one off, and I get one back like Netflix/ |
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Now get this, when you’re sexually reckless, you could have a girl that cooks you breakfast/ |
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But still seek the rejection of some leggy temptress/ |
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She’s like your petty deathwish/ |
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You be dressed in your best *******t, tryna silence the skeptics/ |
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Upset kids called her a hoe, and I hoped to god it was true/ |
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Cause see, a hoe ******* everybody, And a ******* ******* everybody but you/ |
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I’d forget about it, but soon, I behold it’s a sign |
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Envisioned a coked-out Whitney singing “Moment In Time,” when I told her I rhymed/ |
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And fames the best aphrodisiac known to man, cause now we holding hands/ |
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Saying ‘lets blow this stand’, and I hate to spoil plans/ |
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Now that we rolling, I’m the Trojan man, she’s stroking it fast/ |
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I’m jonesing for ass, but I almost choked on the gas when I opened her pants/ |
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So potent a blast of fish that It was scary, man/ |
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I snatched the pine tree from the rearview mirror then sandwiched it within her hairy clam. |
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I got *******, *******, ******* on my mind and it’s killing me/ |
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2 or 3 at a time, menage a trois or a trilogy/ |
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I really feel the need to sing this song/ |
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Cause I dated a bi-chick for 3 years and I never got my threesome on/ |
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There’s only so many tricks that one woman can teach a *******/ |
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And even Cheech & Chong agree, more than one freak sure beats the bong/ |
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But, I’ve reached the wall, and yo, I’ve only failed, |
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Knowing that getting the most available hoes with tail to bone & bail’s the holy grail/ |
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Now for the solo male there isn’t the fattest chance in hell/ |
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You can ask two bad frat chicks to nail without landing your ass in jail/ |
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And that’s the real haphazard deal, when one set of ******* ain’t enough/ |
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Ya’ want wetter *******s, save the hunt, Son, you better just pay to *******/ |
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The way my luck is, on whether I’ll get or get got/ |
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Is slim, but if the chance comes, I can’t front, I’ll give it a shot/ |
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And I’m *******tting you not, the day came when I was put to the test/ |
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Because of my stage name I met these three hookers looking for sex/ |
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They claimed Janessa, Brooke & Beth were their governments/ |
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And they wanted to triple the pleasure, triple the fun like they were doublemint/ |
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I’m stuttering, I’m looking down at my ******* 2 chicks is rubbing it/ |
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Beth tells me just to look at her tongue and then imagine my cum on it/ |
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Then, suddenly one of ‘em starts crying, some *******t bout her ex-man/ |
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And when one chicks in need, the two others WILL ditch the sex plan/ |
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With staff in hand, I’m asking, “Is it the time for this *******t?”/ |
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From the back of the pack I hear, “Can’t you keep your mind off your *******?” |
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Chorus: |
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This is just another sad song/ |
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For times like this, when everything’s mad wrong/ |
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You missed your chance, you gotta keep your pants on/ |
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When things don’t go your way. |
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Go your way. |
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It’s another assless night/ |
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When the shorty your with isn’t acting right/ |
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You’re forced to ******* chicks who aren’t half as tight/ |
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When things don’t go your way. |
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Go your way. |