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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 fit that bitchs booty on a forklift Beep! Beep! back it up I put my balls on the table, tell her em up bed sheets, chocolate laid one way Sprinkle my nuts on top a sundae, hey Whipped cherry on top And I aint wit her, p-ssy on lock away the key, its a rap bitch! Large and a Ludacris sandwich
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Ive got a sausage for them hot And I be f-ckin while you niggas out on hot You all and open doors for her While every night I put blanket on the floor for her These hoes be sprintin its track n field Because this supersize is their Happy Meal So for an extra woody Put this Big Mac that Quarter-Pound p-ssy, yes! Its Mr. Slay-A-Bitch Unless p-ssy is smelling like a Filet-O-Fish Shoo Fly, ho! the bucket And niggas talking shit I bust em in their nugget