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Yo, what's the deal Ain't I'm just hibernating, love that watch Pour me some and cold Courvoisier No doubt, have a chair Boo get to pollying Who you with? Me and and some trick who's Yugoslavian What is that? It's only wool and Rayon Lipstick crayon, fly Fahrenheit on I'm tipsy, I hope she read cocks like a gypsy And bricks stealing many fifties Fuck negotiating, is you with me is you Sweet as carrot cake, faking plus you don't eat bacon I don't get down like that, I get down neither Cuban links skeezer, why you acting a rap teaser I'm like the jewelry exchange plus a Nigga you small change I only fuck for chains Analyzing Clairol, Fendi down, mascara on Assistant in Paragon
Socializing, vibing with my on Dot She this cover lady that be blowing up the spot my heart was racing, like the hands on the clock I step live I think she see me out the pot Peace Dot, I'm so to see you at the rendezvous How's life today hands are softer than Camay too Your hairdo way more class Halle Berry Caught of me and you riding on the ferry Plus your daughter Kiki to my man Merry I order me a Sex on the Beach with the I order her a Vermidi on ice, sounds She elegant, pretty eyes, glasses, in my ear that she's celibate Whispered to her ear we don't have to go there As I grab the hand set her in the chair As we stopped to at one another Black sister to I'm thinking all the how she could be my lover
What's happening brown Say you look so good today Ankle bracelet wrapped your leg Here have a seat, drinks is on me Bartender, Chevalier Chateau at three Luxurious rings, eyes What's your sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins Your complexion a reflection of Sometime a woman just need to be loved Quiet and shy, baby girl my got you high you wanna hit me with the keys to that five? Just joking baby, I have a sharp sense of Wish I would've bumped into your a lot sooner What's your physical degree, thirty one, three Half with a slight touch of Chinese Seen you at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue blocks from the Gucci spot is where I trapped you Yo, I'm all into woman, who's happy living Love kids and, all our business in the crib and And not afraid to die me the God on your side We holding hands til death do us and then we slide in the left side of your nose love my combo Should left my Wis' a thousand times maybe tonight though Yo you motherfucker, damn what's the recipe? You a nigga wanna god damn! Can you cook darling? At the stove you're Baked macaroni, turkey wings, a nigga Here take my let me pull the chair from under I had fun plus your backyard speak with