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Cause it's wrong... |
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Cause it's wrong... [Slick Rick:] |
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Sang my songs, stuck in my tongue, girl strung |
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Sweating among them was a hum ' |
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Got a man, but we not getting along' |
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Lick the balls, |
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I know some girls that lick it, not around dick it |
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Rick it's amazing how you rap, word up, you sound wicked |
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Do I dig her, silly pressure, picture drig up, do a drig up |
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If you only knew how good, |
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Rick, you look into mirror |
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Buck perfect, to her car, said when |
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I walk, not ever |
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Tell her 'call me later on, just to talk, or whatever' |
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Stir it up, learn the digits, to be safe, burn it up |
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And here's another |
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Slick Rick one, let her man turn it up |
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Now on the strap, very soon, she be all hot wanna rap |
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Some cat over there, but |
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Rick, ain't nothing gonna happen |
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Comes over, stuck my tongue in her mouth, she gave me a hickey |
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Shocked me, the way she jock, truck me not, me |
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Ricky not |
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Known to faking, and you probably kidding rock, just something |
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Thought your ho strung, nah, didn't knock on tongue |
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Cause it's wrong... |
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Cause it's wrong... [Slick Rick:] |
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Another honey, real sneaky, lines thrown on the free |
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Sends money, works so late, but he be home on the weekend |
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Wanna say your best, |
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I'm charging the rest though |
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Said the guest off, now massaging the breast off |
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While I'm getting info out of her, girlfriend side of her |
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Doing this already, |
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I be in that and out of here |
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Ask her friend, what poet best? |
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Rap my vote |
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Don't know, girlfriend asking like down to cut throat |
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You seem too hard for the rest of the them, met all into them |
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Get to a friend, sometime today, so we can get all into |
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So then friend said don't take all day, whore, |
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I mean Drops her number on the phone, make sure the dark seen |
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Along asked, can you help me rap, maybe, winked |
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Think me, you go far, oh yeah, that's it, baby, drink |
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Don't effecting on your pop, kid rock just one |
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Though your ho strung, nah, didn't knock on tongue |
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Cause it's wrong... |
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Cause it's wrong... |
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Cause it's wrong... |
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Cause it's wrong... [Slick Rick:] |
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A good look strike ya ho, you attack mic, it's on |
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I wanna ask is that really real? |
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Bitch, act like you know |
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Give me a line for your joint, make to every story define me |
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Getting noisy, everybody leave, but you close the door behind me |
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Left your man dressing room, you try to diss me cause you rule in school |
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I said word, so won't you kiss me, you fool |
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Shoulder shook, she popped why not, another fan of word, on the lord |
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Well anyway like an autograph and a cut |
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Made my move to triple excitement, stop |
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Rick, you're flipping |
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As I grind against her pussy and |
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I gently lick her nipple |
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Less than a minute, warmth is missing, look at the high in her dressing |
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Lights off, pull panties to the hide and caressing |
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Mass roll the plan of life, wonder keep her in, passed off |
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Bolt than she sang, more deeper than my pants off |
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Don't effect and now you pop, kid and rock, just stop |
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No strung, no |
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I didn't knock on tongue |
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Cause it's wrong... |
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Cause it's wrong... |
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Cause it's wrong... |
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Cause it's wrong... |