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- Verse 1] That waist got a to it But that ass a earthquake jiggle to it She a stallion, no You fit that bitchs booty 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 wit her, p-ssy on lock away the key, its a rap bitch! Large shake and a Ludacris
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Ive got a sausage for them hot And I be while you niggas out on hot dates You all polite and 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 dick is their Meal So for an value woody Put this Big Mac that Quarter-Pound p-ssy, yes! Its Ludacris Mr. Unless that p-ssy is smelling a Filet-O-Fish Shoo Fly, ho! the bucket And niggas talking I bust em in their chicken nugget