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'Cause my are kind of nosy Comfy, cosy, now off the clothes-y Can I get a witness? fitness Baby, we can do it, take time, do it right
Lick my belly button, sweet nothings In my ear to get my in gear Now, mamma's little loves toast and jam Melts in your but not in your hand Black
the boys from the men You can knock all day Jehovah but you get in Maybe you can get a scoop, if you're really all of And you can leave your fake in my back Now, I may not be a but I'm surely all woman So check it, the proof is in the
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Must be Jell-O, 'cause don't jiggle like that Yeah ain't that a fact, pull out your And let's begin the mixing, always in the in the kitchen you can get busy
With your beneath the blanket Flip it, spank it, gettin' buck naked 'cause women in the Want more from a brother than a part-time wack undercover, so brother, do your duty When it to the bedroom, don't let him eat the pudd'n
If he ain't got the room So, dip, D I P, dive if you be a diver Sport a helmet with a light an old gold miner No need to test the puddn's always fresh So, brothers, wear a bib if you're make a mess
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And if you're unleaded nigga, just forget it You can't rub my back, or my neck either With you sniffy, sneezy, coughy, achy, stuffy fever Undercover lover, in between the As the bed springs creak, I rips up the beat
Brothers love the pudd'n like loves Ricky Joanie Chachi, or Micky loves Minne But I have getting on my neck in the summer 'Cause wearing a turtle neck is a I heats up the mike 'til your blood pressure
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