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feat. Casey Veggies & Thurz |
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[Intro] |
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[Hook: Blu] |
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This is what happens when the [?] gets to rapping |
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And your woman gets to asking for them needs, needs, needs |
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[Verse 1: Thurz] |
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A little, sugar and cinnamon |
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[?] panties but I'm swimming in, wetness around my peninsula |
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Her and her woman friend captain, navigate like Morgan til the morning |
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And the, Henny was empty, Spiced rum made me sin again |
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It's fun and games until feelings get involved |
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And with them unanswered texts watch how craziness evolves |
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Until she falls out of position with all the ******* |
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Knowing I'm a skinny family guy, on my Peter Griffin |
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Ass fat and dumb as well, who wouldn't want to stick in it? |
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She craving wood to fall between her thighs like Timber, land |
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Step in terrains, I hash swayed in the rain |
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****** up my steez, a sidepiece trying to be my main dang |
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Went cold turkey on her, threatened my name |
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Saying she hope I die, that Al-Qaeda blow up my plane |
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I'm glad I came, not in ya, I have the wants of a sinner |
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Before your needs I'm a Indian giver |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 2: Blu] |
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Either she love me or she hate, either way she crazy |
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Rumor had it, the chick had to pay me just to date me |
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She kept me on repeat, but she could never play me |
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Thinking just because I beat I'ma give your ass a baby? |
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Baby listen, takes one in a million to be my lady |
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Let alone what I put in a song could never make me put the smash on the mash potatoes |
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It's all gravy, tell a ****** like a ******* with Clippers, you can't fade me |
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Hit the barber for the taper, 'fore I call Tracy |
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Now my ex wanna trace my steps like ****** Tracy |
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Chill on the pills love, you think I'm ******ing Tracy? |
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She sounded out that M and M, Slim Shady |
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******* you been broke, I get payed for days that I been poor |
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Ask bails and cats outta jail, what you been for? |
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Even though I'm pimping you won't find me with no bimbo |
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Plus you know I can't hear your ass once I close that Benz door, So |
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Um.. yeah |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse 3: Casey Veggies] |
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She stuck in that material complex, reaching all in my pockets |
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Shawty making my arms stretch |
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Like I be hearing you rapping bout that already on *******t |
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And I don't know where you headed or where your mind be going |
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Word |
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Bands'll make her dance, but make her submit a plan |
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Mama was drinking white, I was off that [?] |
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She like "I know you 19, on your grown man" |
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Pay for rent for my momma, let her hold [?] |
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******s is just [?], girl you should ****** with me |
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Long as you comfort me, we can live comfortably |
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I shop at Louis V, quite occasionally |
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Custom Damier wallet and [?] |
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I'm on that fly *******t, my car ride quick |
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I spit that *******t that boost a young ****** confidence |
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Just ride with me, die with me, don't be talking *******t |
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Yeah.. and it's all legit |
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[Hook] |
