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Give it to me with your head on Play with it, play with it Get it girl Get your bread on Fucking with me, girl Keep it real Keep the lights on Keep coming round here Acting like you're the right one Like you're dead on Preach to the choir please Can we talk about your needs? Can we turn up the degrees? Think she got a PHD Speak about it Really don't mean to be a freak about it Silent killer thriller hunter Run up in your body Just might be the Finest little hottie Deep down below That pussy like a shottie Hands off, girl Know you're acting naughty Grabbing on my dick Like some sort of salami Catch me at the Benihana Hanging with your mama She the type of bitch Might slip in my pajamas I be chilling with the llamas Not chilling with Obamas Catch me in Peru Crew bunch of old timers Switch to the Bahamas Piggies in the water Hit the road, Jack Meet Welcome Back Kotter Catch me with your daughter Creeping in her locker Maybe with your grandma Rocking in the rocker Acting like a muppet Waka waka waka Pull out a firearm Bracka bracka bracka Give it to me with your head on Play with it, play with it Get it girl Get your bread on Fucking with me, girl Keep it real Keep the lights on Keep coming round here Acting like you're the right one Like you're dead on Preach to the choir please Can we talk about your needs? Can we turn up the degrees? Think she got a PHD I said I like it with the lights on Turn 'em back on, bitch What the fuck? Or get gone Not fucking 'round here get it clear Like my bong Hit the gas so fast slap an ass like James Bond And I know its wrong I be chilling on a yacht With the bitch you never got Bottom bitch Gotta teach the bitches on the top Totem pole shit Flavored lotion Teach them how to lick In slow motion Got the potion Plus motion the ocean Surfboard girth Keep the ass floating And the pussy open Always squirting Looking at me after Like I put a hurting Why you flirting? Now the pussy got it queefing Pushing mad air Now we got it speaking Hit it every weekend Party Puerto Rican Dominican Have a pint downtown at Finnigans Like I come from Ireland Always wiling, styling Shoutout to my people on the islands Find me down in Mauritius Eating foods nutritious You can try to lift us But we're getting on the bus Million man march Just to fuck your ass up Time to give the cash up 'Fore your get wrapped up Got a Persian Rug About the size of a thug Put a slug Like a shot to his motherfucking mug Don't deal drugs? Fuck out of the club Useless Twist him up Like a Rubik's Clueless fool Too much hubris Give it to me with your head on Play with it, play with it Get it girl Get your bread on Fucking with me, girl Keep it real Keep the lights on Keep coming round here Acting like you're the right one Like you dead on Preach to the choir please Can we talk about your needs? Can we turn up the degrees? Think she got a PHD I said I like it with the lights on Turn 'em back on, bitch What the fuck? Or get gone Not fucking 'round here get it clear Like my bong Hit the gas so fast slap an ass like James Bond