| Sometimes I’m insatiable
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| Sometimes I love fellatio
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| With such a high sex ratio
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| She smirks when she swallows but she says it’s tasty though
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| Call Lisa with her big 'ole ass
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| Her weave is cool but her mama is cash
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| And she would be just fine, it’s not time to smash
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| Get some ointment, go and fix that rash
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| I got a fine groupie girl, eyes like a raccoon
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| Pussy so good, she deserves some damn balloons
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| When she wants to hit it, I go get it
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| She had a hot past, how could they forget it?
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| Now we don’t even got Soul Train
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| Ain’t got no room to grow, just like a swole brain
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| I’m like a doctor, keepin' you in remission
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| I don’t write songs for bitches, I write prescriptions
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| Now get the head right, get the sheet thread count high
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| Cook some beans and rice, get the bath temperature nice
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| Then get it set up to get set off
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| Like Foxy, you’ll get off when you let off and you let me toss
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| You da boss, bitch, I just wanna…
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| Fuck all night, fuck all night
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| Smoke and drink and get right
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| I just wanna fuck all night, fuck all night
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| Fuck until what’s wrong is right
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| Hey! |
| I just wanna fuck all night, fuck all night
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| Skeet 'til my balls is light, huh
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| I just wanna fuck all night, fuck all night
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| Eat 'til her drawls is white
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| Now here’s a message to the tech-head bitch
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| Don’t FACETIME at night, that’s Blair Witch
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| With her once-a-month bleedin' fonky cock
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| She got to check it every traffic stop
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| She fuckin' wit' you when you wanna talk
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| But lose a couple spots, and watch communication drops
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| No sympathy votes, 'cause I don’t love no hoes
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| Empty pockets on the corner, keep 'em all broke
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| She been a ho now since 2003
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| And now she wants to get her life right with me?
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| Ambitious bitches, a little too enthralled with the riches
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| Don’t want the one night boy, she want the pension
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| And that is not your spot, this is not your place
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| You need to fill your crotch up with your face
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| And quit tryin' to be a side piece, bitch!
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| With a pussy that big, you missed the chance to…
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| Fuck all night, fuck all night
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| Smoke and drink and get right
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| You missed the chance to fuck all night, fuck all night
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| Fuck 'til what’s wrong is right
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| Huh? |
| You missed the chance to fuck all night, fuck all night
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| Skeet 'til my balls is light, huh?
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| You missed the chance to fuck all night, fuck all night
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| Beat 'til her drawls is white
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| Yeah! |
| That’s what I’m talkin' 'bout, yo!
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| Shout out to Shabby Blue, Tweed Cadillac
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| That’s where it started
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| Everybody else, ya’ll gotta to wait 'till the next whatever
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| My niggas! |
| Black Tone! |
| Look at your nigga in here, goin' in!
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| Tellin' you they can’t fuck with me, my nig
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| I got too much of something, I don’t know what it is
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| I know it’s good, shit
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| What up, Moms?
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| Yeah, I’m drinking water in the studio… with Hennessy
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| Shit, it feel good than a motherfucka to be able to do anything that I want to
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| Whenever I want to
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| I’ll drink to that
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| What up, Inch, Slug, Nukky, my real niggas |