| She had me only, almost loosin my cool
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| Remi and Moet wit brew, shootin pool
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| Ask me if I wanted a dance, yeah
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| Made my way to her chair, sugar shake it over here
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| Fell in love wit the clothes that she didn’t wear
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| Beat the fat derriere, while I whispered in her air
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| Hope it all about Chippers, I’m tryin to kick it after I tip ya
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| Pour ya in my champagne glass and sip ya
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| Tropical, clockin, Latin American mami, Sevita from Guyana
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| Move like good sex, plus her eyes do the rest
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| Baby soft flesh, you could rest, who the best
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| Honey straight bangin ya, puffin the Buddha pest, tatas danglin
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| Started to flow, she promised not to hurt me
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| Wrapped her legs around my neck, and worked me, wit a lapdance
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| The Henny got me in a zone, I wanna take you home
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| So we can be alone, for my lapdance
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| I think I got another dime, just do it one more time
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| The only thing that’s on my mind, is my lapdance
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| Face cameras on, raspberry lipstick
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| Had to be twisted, «Not really», she insisted
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| Experimented a little, but never kissed it
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| Do I have a girlfriend, she can be my mistress
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| Pop the P, like it’s just for me
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| Bout three G’s, hangin out of G-string V
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| I don’t see nothin wrong wit the hump
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| Damn, sweetie, don’t brake you high heel pump
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| Gotta keep it crunk though
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| When the DJ pay, she next on stage
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| After the song she gotta go, meet you at bar when I’m done
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| 1−51, tie cherries in a knot wit her tongue
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| Work the poll like Dominique Dawes, without drawers
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| Applause, brakin niggas like laws
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| We fantasize for the chance to romance
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| But it cost 10 dollars for another lapdance
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| I’ve been your fool, you know you gotta pay your dues
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| You wanna get wit Ras and Rueb
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| Then you must choose, and you know you can’t loose
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| There’s somethin bout the way that you shakin your rump
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| It makes me feel good cuz I likes to hump
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| The way you move your body in a sexy way
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| It makes wanna lapdance everyday
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| She said 5 for the top, 10 for the bottom
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| Looked her up and down, said «Hmm, I got 'em»
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| And she worked the nightshift
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| A dish water blonde, tall and fine
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| She made a lotta till, ask her what you gotta say, nigga
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| First of all, she 5'8″, I’m 5'6″
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| But if I put on my Prince heels, can we go on a dance
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| Had her laughin, like Ras you off the hook
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| I got 101 positions, that’ll leave you shook
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| Off the books, I’m all yours on all fours
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| Wit nine chords, so, me and more
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| Keep it real wit me, pick me up at three
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| Scooped up in the Lex, and got served for free OohWee |