| Shopping in the city one day, on my way
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| Met a redbone by the name of Stronjay
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| Five-foot-six, body thick, hair silky
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| She could make the hardest man melt and turn milky
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| Bugged-out shit, one eye was hazel, one was blue
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| Lips fully packed as my attention stayed glued
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| Upon her outline, I cased it with my mind
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| Saying to myself, «This sugar be a dime.» |
| Yo, sugar
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| Let’s have a drink and, like, um, talk some more
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| Proceed to grab my bag and then we exit the store
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| Walking down the street, men is staring with amazement
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| Treatment somewhat like black tie for occasions
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| Anyhow, the star and me hit a sushi bar
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| Told her that I never had sushi before. |
| Ordered
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| Saki that I already endeavored in Japan
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| Reached ‘cross the table, then I grabbed her hand. |
| «Why your
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| Man let you walk around solo like this?» |
| My chinky
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| Eyes looked upon her as I gave her hand a kiss
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| This most mesmerizing young thing I must say
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| Echoes in my thoughts since I met you that day
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| Stronjay, a beautiful thing I must say
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| Her body got curves like waves in The Bay
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| Lips light, smooth just like Alizé
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| The bizomb, I couldn’t see her blowing my way
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| Stronjay responds men only want her ‘cause she rich
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| Her beeper start buzzing, so we pulling out a flip
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| In the back of my mind, I’m saying, «Yes, go, boy,» and
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| Find a nigga rich in New York’s one in a million
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| She wanted to leave, I said, «Is this the end?» |
| then
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| She gave me an invitation back to her crib
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| I’m never surprised. |
| I flag a cab, she said, «Uh-uh
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| My car’s around the block in the parking garage,» got
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| The vehicle, turbines with speed like Batman out of
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| His cave, 500 Benz whipping in the winds
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| Destination: 57th Park Ave. South
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| Turned my face a little, wiped the slob from my mouth
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| The building was immaculate inside with marble floors
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| We hit the elevator, she slips out of her drawers, I’m shocked
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| Like goodies, and I don’t know how to take ‘em
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| Titties in my face, and, like a gun, I must face ‘em
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| This most mesmerizing young thing I must say
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| Echoes in my thoughts since I met you that day
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| Stronjay, a beautiful thing I must say
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| Her body got curves like waves in The Bay
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| Lips light, smooth just like Alizé
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| The bizomb, I couldn’t see her blowing my way
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| Top floor, penthouse suite for sure, it was
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| Classy like some type of fly furniture store. |
| She grabbed me up
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| And intertwined into a kiss with me. |
| I tried
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| Taking off my clothes, she assisted me. |
| Upon
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| Her fireplace wall is where I pushed her back, then
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| On the plush floor we fell, passionate collapse. |
| She
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| Pushed me off, but the push wasn’t mean. |
| To the
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| Fridge and came back with strawberries and whipped cream. |
| The scene
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| Was set, but, baby, not just yet ‘cause
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| Strawberries and whipped cream ain’t complete without Moët, fore-
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| -play, nibbling, my tongue’s in the air. |
| Laying
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| Flat on her back, I love tapping on her rear. |
| ‘Nough
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| Time we spent getting excited, I’m delighted
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| Ecstasy, I know honey-hon, she won’t fight it. |
| She
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| Stands up and lead me by my hand, we fled into
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| A room with a king-sized canopy bed
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| This most mesmerizing young thing I must say
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| Satisfied O in, like, each and every way
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| Stronjay, a beautiful thing I must say
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| Her body got curves like waves in The Bay
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| Lips light, smooth just like Alizé
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| The bizomb, I couldn’t see her blowing my way
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| Hey, love |