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, i can make the sunrise, and the moon fall, when my plane land, you better take it off, stop playing girl, yeah i'm trying to fuck something, stop playing girl, yeah i'm trying to fuck something, check it, you lookin dope in your dolce gabbana boots, ma there ain't nuthin i can't do, huh, the motion's in the oceans, my dick game is potent, ma what would give you those notions, cause i'm fat, i hit it like i'm skinny, choke up that dro from the ihop to denny's, it's your choice, real pretty skin tone, real pretty voice, that make grown men moan, i like your style, your grace, your face, you tasting better than the icing on the cake, and if i say i'll drink your bath water, huh, you know i'm drinking up your bath water, you wanna talk to a balla, don't let them sims stall ya, slide in ya man's x5, when i call ya, and let ya hair blow, i'm in the embassy suite room 304 and don't wear nuthin under your trenchcoat, you remind of lisa raye, cut the lights low so we can play and grind till the day, i got chicks in every city, some classy, some saddity, and two or three bomber than purple chronic in phillies, from the g4, to the limo, to the penthouse on south beach, since i fucking keep my name out your mouth piece, skin tone alone drive me crazy, i can't imagine being without ya, everyday is about ya, we pushin 6's, they pushin grand cherokees, forget them dude's ma, hell i'm the man to see, fulfill fantasies, slap the ass cheek, like i did my victims in my last robberies, hell, you know the game, the name, 'b-l-a-c-k', pop the champagne then blaze the mary j, from the bay, back to la now, i'm old school 'pelle pelle' with the chain out, fade to the right a little like barbershop, i hit it hard enough that half the neighbors call the cops, sexy chocolate, i got more power than, 'stunnin steve austin', yes please take caution, don't bring your girl around, or her panties coming down
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Artist: guerilla black