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Miss Butter pecan caramel southern bell |
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She hotter than a summer day in hell |
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I'm under her spell, she say her name is Chantel |
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She say she got a man, I can't tell |
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Because when we be rockin' |
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we get it poppin like a Amstel, like |
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Right up in the hotel, maybe the stairwell |
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She blows kisses to my handheld |
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She an angel her name should be An-gel ' I'm Blessesd ' |
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I kill her wit the rich man smell |
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She got a wet manhole and ya mans fell whoa |
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I slipped and I ankwell |
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I saw jelly fishes seashells, no further details |
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I love the smell of a female |
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And you're one hell of a female I'm tellin' ya female |
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Get in the CL and let it be sweet sailin' and late night e-mailin' |
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Ooh she feel me, Ooh Fee Fee I think she feels me |
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Okay, I called her on a late night it was late right |
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I was on her ass like some brakelights |
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But I ain't stop for the redlights |
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We get it poppin' til the blue and red lights come knockin' |
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Neighbors keep trippin, we keep fuckin |
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Sex revolution, baby I'm comin |
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down the hallway that lead to your stomach,mami |
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I'ma keep pumpin till you scream Young Money |
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and me and you're boyfriend is not the same |
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I goes down like the stock exchange, and the I bring it up |
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'Scuse me, I drink it up, I leave you soakin' wet from ya ankle up |
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Shucks, I'm too much, Fee I'm too much |
