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Yo, what's the deal Ain't nothing I'm hibernating, love that watch Pour me some Scotch and cold No doubt, have a chair Boo get to pollying Who you with? Me and Molly and some who's Yugoslavian What fabric is that? It's wool and Rayon crayon, fly Fahrenheit spray on I'm getting tipsy, I hope she read like a gypsy And transporting bricks stealing fifties Fuck negotiating, is you me is you waiting as carrot cake, faking plus you don't eat turkey bacon I don't get down like that, I don't get neither Cuban links skeezer, why you like a rap teaser I'm like the exchange plus a range Nigga you small change I only fuck for figaro Analyzing Miss Clairol, Fendi down, on manager in Paragon
Socializing, vibing with my on Dot She this book cover lady be blowing up the spot While my was racing, like the hands on the clock I step live I she see me putting out the pot Dot, I'm so happy to see you at the rendezvous How's today your hands are softer than Camay too Your hairdo way more class than Berry Caught of me and you riding on the ferry Plus your Kiki talk 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 back to her ear we don't to go there As I grab the hand set her politely in the As we stopped to at one another Black to brother I'm thinking all the time how she could be my
What's brown sugar? Say you look so good today Ankle bracelet wrapped around leg Here have a seat, complimentary is on me Bartender, Chateau at table three Luxurious rings, eyes What's name sugar? Juanita Cash Hawkins complexion gives a reflection of Sometime a woman just need to be loved Quiet and shy, baby my gift got you high Made you hit me with the keys to that five? joking baby, I have a sharp sense of humour Wish I would've bumped into your a lot sooner What's your degree, thirty one, thirty three Hawaiian with a slight touch of Chinese Seen you at a law firm, on Fifth Avenue Three blocks the Gucci spot is where I trapped you Yo, I'm all into older woman, who's living Love kids and, all our business in the crib and And not to die with me the God on your side We holding til death do us apart and then we slide Earring in the left side of your nose my combo Should have left my a thousand times maybe tonight though Yo you sexy motherfucker, what's the recipe? You a nigga wanna god damn! Can you cook darling? At the stove you're Baked macaroni, turkey wings, a starving Here take my number let me the chair from under I had fun plus backyard speak with thunder