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she's a ho by nature Takes one to know one fo' sho' I'm a player She ain't really happy 'less she lickin' a dick With a sucker-ass nigga that be trickin'
ho-ooo) (We can take it slow-ooo) (No one has to know-ooo) Oh Oh lets make a porno You can taste me ill eat ya up like DiGiorno Don't be shy that's
you To show you things you've never knew Don't have to do it all by yourself In just a little while you'll see That things will turn around I'll
the next day at 9:00 That kid'll be working for me bright and early Waxin for me, Filin taxes for me-- suckin dick for me What did you dream, what did you
by a bad ass bitch? (Yeah that's me) Hm? Now Super Socka with Gin and Seagrams and sweet and sour Sippin, suckin on my sausage gave the stripper some
by nature Takes one to know one fo'sho' I'm a player She ain't really happy 'less she lickin a dick with a sucker-ass nigga that be trickin an' shit
Jews, nigga I’ll be at these wars, I still be living by rules So when I run in the dudes You know we’re stumping in the mood Pop and lock go
That catch the lights up on the Ferris wheel But what I really want I just can't buy Here comes the twenty first century It's gonna be much better
hate it Found a woman in the dumpster, body was mutilated Bad dreams all up in my head, no lie Sometimes I gotta take a sniff so I can get by, why Don't
thing that you want You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose But later on you're coming off with them panyhose You want gold, girl whats next It's
any damn thing that you want You want flowers, I'll buy your ass a rose But later on your coming out them pantie hose You want gold, girl what's
all fits drunk and bratty All this bitches on my dick in the vip lounge Fieldy's a pimp, so I'll buy another round Round 'em up quick, I'm flossing
At the precinct, it's like an AA meeting all gone wrong I.A. got an eye, on my close friend guy for taking a supply from evidence from a bust on a buy That doesn't
know I get your ass gone permanently It ain't complex I'll just bang holes or you're ablin' to ask who next Do a drive-by on your project, take
I hope that we endure it I don't wanna ask for too much All I know is dreams are made for two, babe Dreams are made for two, babe Without your
shift Think I'll get my dick sucked by this basshead bitch My marriage is all sucked, my wife is with the neighbors Subpeonaed, now I gotta sign these
and I'm still stuck in mine. But I know I'll always remember the time. A cowboy once had, a millionaire's dream. And Lord I loved that lady wearin'
The head's not the museum it's supposed to be We sleep with machines that breathe And some even have names the executive dream We're all so sincere I'll
for a little love All they want to do is take you down to the mall Floss a little dick and get a t-shirt that say miss Snoop Dogg I don't see a god
Oh buy a ticket for a plane and come and see me baby Or drive your car all night by just starlight To Canada That's where I'll be Waiting
live it, come pay me a visit, And I'll be somewhere up in the sky My nigga it's 'bout to go down, oh We fly, it's not lie, that we high, 'til we die, oh
feed ya, really need Hennessy That be my fucking reliever Why you wanna stand and cry the most All you think I'll get up for you to try the coat Then
broad fronted y'all, like she miss thing. And damn, how the bitch seem she's a dick fiend. Although I won't elaborate, I'll say she lick things and get
So this the music that made white people mad Yeah, this the shit to blow your speakers out This the shit you dream about You can have the world, it's
to champagne, but I'll buy you a beer. She said you've got me figured out, but I'm not what I seem And for a dance I'll tell you 'bout these tight fittin'