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- Verse 1] That waist got a to it But that ass a Cali jiggle to it She a stallion, no You could fit that bitchs on a forklift Beep! Beep! Bitch it up I put my balls on the table, her rack em up bed sheets, chocolate laid one way Sprinkle my on top what a sundae, hey Whipped cherry on top And when I aint wit her, p-ssy on away the key, its a rap bitch! Large shake and a sandwich
[Gucci Yo, mama turned out, she so You cant see her with binoculars Shell your pocket dry like Dracula Her last bought her an Acura try to get all attached to her She an alley-cat type that scratch you up Like Bel Biv said, Shes dangerous Her old man used to snort dust So, dont be quick to judge, bad as f-ck Shes the type drive back with the bricks for bucks She had a ballplayer but she f-cked him up He bankrupt, selling like an auctioner Its
Ive got a sausage for them hot And I be while you niggas out on hot dates You all polite and open for her While every I put that blanket on the floor for her These hoes be like its track n field Because this dick is their Happy Meal So for an extra value Put this Big Mac into Quarter-Pound p-ssy, yes! Its Mr. Slay-A-Bitch Unless that p-ssy is smelling like a Shoo Fly, ho! Kick the And niggas talking shit I bust em in their chicken