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at my body I bet you thinkin' 'bout it Don't you wanna how I get down? a number baby, you ain't the only brother Tryin' to get up under my now
Rockin' all your hot shit, Thinkin' that God's gift to woman More like a in my ear fly don't bother me
I got my hair in a pony tail and on me me I can get 'em off They say I stride a model, curves like a bottle Watch me as I hit the wall and I 'em say
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Tell you baby, daddy he holding the weight he got the cake and no knife Ain't nobody so cut it out, cut it out, alright
So you don't know my now, got it Lookin' at me from the waste down, it Said I'mma hard to swallow, fella But I can make you better
I got my hair in a tail and they on me me I can get 'em off They say I stride a model, curves like a bottle Watch me as I hit the wall and I 'em say
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh make me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't make me hit you my
Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Don't me hit you with my pocketbook Ooh, ah, ooh, ah, ooh Hey, hey, get it
Said you got a lot of nerve, with my feelin's boy Do you always speak before you Lucky me, I the game, I'mma flip my hair and walk away If you follow me on and poppin' 'Cause I think you're gettin outta Stop it you make me
Before I make you do what girl, you know you it body's nice, but eh you need some Luda on it So find a so we can start jukin' on it, movin' on it 'cause tonight's the night For you to rock up on the mic I rocks the mic
It's Chris Mind Freak in the of a Rolls I know magic, poof, do away your clothes Then come here and let Luda give that a rub 'Cause damn mama you thick as a mug
Just how southern boys like it Hurry up and get me a punch, I might it Party in my Babs and yes your So we can make a wet And win an Oscar, all up in your best
Girl, I think you know you're me crazy jinglin' baby, go 'head baby With two in your pants girl I think you's a crook Let me touch what's that Don't make me hit you my pocketbook
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