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3rd place is everything |
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C'mon, I'll show you |
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Tight fit, dim lit spot, is where I'm movin' to |
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Sweaty but these slow tracks start soothin' you |
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Light-skinned, steps into the picture |
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Program is fixed, the mix will let you get your |
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Hand around waist, space drippin' from moisture |
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Strokin' the neck, you suspect that she'll voice her |
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Approval, whippin' and flippin' your pelvis |
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Brothers step in, step off, you get selfish |
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Yours for the take-home, so she can take up space |
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At your place, but then you start to wake up |
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Groove goes to fade, introductions are made |
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Love my name is Serch, now step for some shade in the dancehall |
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3rd place is everything |
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3rd place is everything |
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Soulfully smooth, she slithered to a solo |
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Spot to drop her bass and I'll follow |
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Fiend on a focus, I spoke this figure of speech |
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Supposed to sway those who seek |
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Such wisdom, wildly workin' towards a woman |
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Therefore she's drawn, to the other man's |
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Intentions of a G, tryin' to stump me |
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Announced presence in the house of Mr. Puffy |
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Smoke filled the tight packed system |
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A rack of skirt, kit for a victim |
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A three-stage pleasure on a principle |
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As I step and drop a syllable |
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A syllabus spoken by the 3rd on sss-swooin' |
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A female, to impale, push-up, smooth |
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And turn to spurn desire, that all? |
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Another episode in the dancehall |
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3rd place is everything |
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3rd place is everything |
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Step to the A.M., playin' a song that's slow |
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Low tempo kicks lyrics to those who show |
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A need to step to a def 3rd Bassment |
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A wink of eye, the smile of a face |
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And I'm D O W N to send shock waves |
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Up the spine, while the clock saves |
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Just enough ticks to lick neck to your lips |
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Mouth to mouth, palm upon hips |
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Sigh in pleasure, measures the heat up |
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Nibble my neck, the affection I eat up |
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Dine like a diner, hot enough to simmer |
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Jam comes to a close, come give a |
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Number of seven in regard to the residents |
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Told the mob that I slobbed and showed evidence |
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Lipstick on the quill, a digit to call |
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Another lovestruck, stuck to the wall of the dancehall |
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3rd place is everything |
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3rd place is everything |
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Steppin' over heads that swayed |
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You move over and the record's played |
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Swayed over smoothly, soothin' a listener |
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Undergoes wanted death of a dancer |
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To twist over you rises your liquor |
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Slight panic on a dancehall picture |
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Motion flows, scene gets hectic |
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Freakin' bones like an epileptic |
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Melody moves scenario to chaos |
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Pursue principles and then you shoot livest |
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So called, it's boots that rise and fall |
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Steppin' to the A.M., in the dancehall |
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3rd place is everything |
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3rd place is everything |
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3rd place is everything |
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