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Beauty Dior, |
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Cherokee, |
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PinkyRoxy |
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Reynolds bouncingon the steps, slinky |
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Give her something white and filled with cream -- twinkie |
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Leave her blinded ***** in her eyes -- blinky |
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Can't even believe |
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I used that flow |
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I'm outta |
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QueensOff the hooker strip boulevard of dreams |
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Runways are getting trains stealing credit cards and schemes |
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She was laying on the floor with honey mustard on her sleeves |
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I said get up then she got up, get up in this whip ***** |
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We bout to smoke this pot up plus |
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I got some white |
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You could be the first to taste the product, just a little dirty |
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Had the body of a model, sent a message in a bottle |
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Tell my man set the bed up, he built a wooden room quick |
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Went to the tool shed, got on his hammer, nail, and screw *****t |
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Now we livin' lavish eaten salmon on a cruise *****p |
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Laying in a hammock getting hammered with a jew ***** |
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We want no drama, come here mama |
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Dale y mamba (yo come here baby girl) |
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Please don't get so wild, keep the chrome cal |
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Te deja (?) now (don't get bodied homie) |
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Eso te mata, cool it papa |
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Echate pa' tras (move back gimme space) |
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I'm up in my zone, hoes pass tha ron |
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Esto ta cabron (*****t crazy) |
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Yo just roll my dutches, prep my outfit for the party |
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Spray my body with aromas, got the ladies actin naughty |
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Fine fabric delegates my people far from celibate |
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Hardly delicate highly skilled with much intelligence |
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Walk in the place jacket hangin' past the calves |
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Play the shorts in every season corner schemes get turned to math on some5 in the mornin' *****t, (?) then on |
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I'm that B |
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ITCHOcean high yeah |
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I'm on that *****t mutha****a (?) when |
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I'm on that *****tclicquottime to raise our glass up |
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Right out the bottle, with a model, with amazing asses |
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Wipe off the ashes, 16 flavors (?) butter |
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Rose out the gutter, we stand around lenses shutter |
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Ladies grindin' all up on my *****ie |
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Cause we gorgeous we forage the forest |
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I'm destined for greatness we ballin regardless |
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I'm heartless so baby tell me what you wanna do(I wanna suck it 'til my mouth's filled with cum from you)20 below the ***** seen walkin' the strip |
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With that pink gloss on her lip |
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And that big cross on her ***** |
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And she frontin' like she religious but stay stalkin' a ***** |
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Goin right at the head like some steamed crawfish n *****t |
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She know up in the club for years **** for bagels |
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Her face is weathered like the rain that fall in |
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AprilAnd in her pants she got a loaf of bread |
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You know the yeast she never go to bed |
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She rather **** or head |
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I just don't get it cause |
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Mercedes was a honey |
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All the ballers wanna **** her buy her mink and give her money |
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Her facials disappearin' and her nose is always runny |
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Dentistry is twisted like the grill that's on a monkey |
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Lower body skinny, upper body husky |
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Call em linebackers she's a character a junkie |
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Still, she pop it and the people throw the pennies |
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Plus I'm here to watch her give the team a bunch of hennies cuz |
