| UHH, she got the whole, world, in her jaws
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| when she feel it tighten up, don’t stop and don’t pause
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| I got the whole, game, in my head
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| Don’t fuck for recreation but I’m good in the bed (good in the bed)
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| Tony Snow, I keep big blow (blow!)
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| My homeboy gal wanna fuck me on the low (low!)
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| But I don’t wanna 'less she goin out on the grind
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| Check-in with the choosin fee and I’ma knock her from be-hiiiind (knock her
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| from be-hiiiind)
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| I make a bitch bleed to black
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| wit a certified knot and a platinum cock
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| The pimpin didn’t stop, even when the bids died
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| We just kept on gettin high, puttin dick up in they eye
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| Dick up in they ears (ears), dick up in they nose (nose)
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| Ass, pussy, mouth, I’m fin' ta fuck in every hole (hole)
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| Put it between they titties and between they toes
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| That’s how a gushy gush out when ya bitch get chose
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| You know, and I know, we need to geeeeeet riiiiiiight
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| I’ma call you, and i’m comin through after miiiiiid-niiiiight
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| So be ready, to get sweaty, speed up or sloooooow dooooown
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| You want it, get up on it, it’s 'bout to goooooo dooooown right now
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| Eternally thug nigga, Hilfiger made by Tommy
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| So when I speak, hope to reach my boricua mamis
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| Oh, come to papi, I love it when it’s wet and sloppy
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| In and out the mouthpiece until I cum, no one can stop me
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| My bump and grind’ll do ya everytime
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| Come get a blast of this thug passion that’ll blow your mind — hey!
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| Throw up yo' legs, wrap them shits around my back
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| It’s a Westside thang fuckin hoes around the map
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| Walkin down 125 while I’m peepin down hotties
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| and they, seduce my jimmy, out and screamin, «Gimme body!»
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| Make 'em all scream my name out, gimme my props
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| And don’t cha, love how this THUG nigga, be at the cot
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| I’m at the Rican Parade, I’m watchin caramel bitches play
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| Get with real niggaz, bullshit’ll never get you paid
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| This is the DREAM of a young black teen
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| I fiend for hoes cross country like a greedy crack fiend, now c’mon!
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| Look here shawty, lemme tell you what the game is (game is)
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| And while I’m at it, lemme tell you what my name is (What?)
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| Bun Beeda, big D up in my drawls
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| When I pull out my piece, it make the girls all pause
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| Y’allz, niggaz, better recognize
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| when ya bitch choose me, shouldn’t come as a surprise (nope)
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| Knew she was a freak, I could see it in her eyes (yep)
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| And I’ma bring it out her when I get between her thighs
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| God-damn~! |
| That’s what you call a home-run
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| I knock it out the park when I give her a long one (a long one)
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| It’s on, I’m ready, it’s strong, it’s steady
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| First I’ma, give it some bacon and beat up the belly
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| When the sheets start shippin and the bed starts rockin
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| and the headboard’s bangin, playa don’t come knockin
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| It’s a grown folks party, we don’t need no kids
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| and I ain’t tryna blow you up, but gurl yo' pussy the sheeeeit!
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| Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me
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| S-O, N-G, Z
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| Bun Beeda, Pimp C, 2Pac and me
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| S-O, N-G, Z |