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, yea, ay, look, when she talk she so closed minded all she want to do is shop she so clothes minded, wanna cop the latest before them other hoes find it, material girl yet somehow i don't mind it, probably cause she so fine it will blow your mind she black and pocahontas, laid back and blow that grind, ass so fat wanna tat my logo on it so any other nigga that a tap, will know it's mine, i put in work overtime, let me cut mow the lawn, guarantee i blow your mind, she try to play me til she learned i wrote a rhyme, that's that nigga from the ville that i heard that hova signed, the rap form lebron, "oh girl that boy the bomb!, no chain around his neck but better watch out for the charm, your not my daughter um, but you can be my baby, summertime, wintertime, anytime we looking for them ladies, ay with your fat ass booty and your curly ass weave!, yea, i ain't tricking but i got a couple tricks under my sleeves, yea now clap your hands one time if you know you look good, yea if your from the suburbs of the hood, yea, she said i got a man, well baby i don't give a fuck, see me i understand, and i ain't trynna spilt you up!, okay give me your number, and later i'm a hit you up, if you sleep i get you up, ride over and pick you up, if it's clean i'll lick you up!, yea do you research, i'll rock that ass to sleep and have you sleeping in my tee shirt, just came home from getting my south beach on, you know i ran the streets like a dog without a leash on, she tryna get her freak on come up on his ski jet, you scared of that water of you just scared to get your weave wet, barely got your feet wet, guess i know where we headed, tryna see throw it back let's check your reflexes, good lord, didn't know what i was in for!, you can be my cuddy buddy - baby what are friends for, i spend up the tempo them other niggas lazy, can't fuck with nothing younger than the 80s i'm grown and i'm looking for some ladies, ay with your fat ass booty and your curly ass weave!, yea, i ain't tricking but i got a couple tricks under my sleeves, ay now clap your hands one time if you know you look good, yea if your from the suburbs of the hood,