| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
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| Get your hair done, do it all
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| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
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| Pull your hair and mess it up
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| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
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| Get your hair done, do it all
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| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
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| Pull your hair and mess it up
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| Ain’t no special bitches, shit, we talk to you all the same way
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| Same way, me and him fucked you on the same day
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| Pass the purple, don’t you like the way I press connect
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| I let you drive
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| In her thighs, soaking wet I’m mesmerized
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| That little bitty skirt, them big o’l legs
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| Shawty said «break some bread»
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| I said «look you ain’t got to beg»
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| I ain’t that type of player
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| I get hoes, I ain’t gotta pay them
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| Gimme my shopping bag and take your ass to Pick-A-Player
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| Baby, I heard you got a cake mixer, sugar daddy
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| Spending up them Benjamins
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| I heard he got you a lot of things, even a new Mercedes Benz
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| Chanel, Gucci, Fendi, Prada, all the things you look good in
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| Your own personal masseuse, now your muscles easy to bend
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| Gone before the weekend, I’m here for the weekend
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| Just you and I, Victoria, keep a secret
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| I’m swearin' now to hell, I ain’t done 'til I see the sun
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| Crush that noise 'fore you wake the neighbors up
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| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
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| Get your hair done, do it all
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| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
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| Pull your hair and mess it up
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| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
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| Get your hair done, do it all
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| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
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| Pull your hair and mess it up
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| Louis, Gucci, Prada kicks, Fendi, and a lotta shit
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| He bought it all to tell 'em how you suckin' nuts and swallowin' dick
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| He think you just a college bitch, you ain’t been to college, bitch
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| You ain’t even know these niggas you hollering at
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| I bet you suck a lotta dick, she said «that's right» with confidence
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| I called the bitch a hoe, she took it as a compliment
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| Gagging on the dick and drinking nut until she vomited
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| Common sense would tell a nigga that he ain’t supposed to sponsor this
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| Let me tell you one thing, I’m the man of this house
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| Even if you got another man at the house
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| What I look like givin' you some bread to go out
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| You gon' hit a nigga up when the club break out
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| I’ma play my song, you gon' show that thong
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| Give me fine head while on my way home
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| In my '91 Fleetwood, the grill and the chrome
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| The seats rolled back and it’s 6 in the morning
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| And I feel like chopping, fuck iHop
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| You must be crazy, I ain’t making no stop
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| The deal was to chill at the spot for an hour
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| Beat the pussy up, now I’m back on the highway
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| Talkin' bout some cash, you can kiss my ass
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| Don’t, keep it shut 'fore you make me mad
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| I’m a cold-hearted mack, you can check my stacks
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| Give a hoe, that’s a motherfuckin' fact
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| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
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| Get your hair done, do it all
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| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
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| Pull your hair and mess it up
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| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
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| Get your hair done, do it all
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| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
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| Pull your hair and mess it up
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| I got you fly in Chanel, that high off your smell
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| Look at your eyes and tell you inspire by the pimp attire
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| Lift them thighs in the air
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| She ain’t like the usual, something like a superwoman
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| A lot of fools want her, but she diss illusions and keep they hundreds
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| Breaking bread, mainly 'cause I seen that you gon' make the stacks
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| Yeah I’m a player, that’s why you ask «Wanna hit it from the back?»
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| Fuckin up your new doo, lookin' like we came out the swimming pool
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| Fast strokin' your poo-poo, my imagination like voodoo
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| All she get is dick from me, she said her name was Tifany
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| No longer do I fuck with her, I had an epiphany
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| I keep her 'round, then I be ripping that white Zinfandee
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| Ay, I’m squeezing 'em, I’m squeezing 'em
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| I do it so terrifically
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| Toya, Tasha, Cara, Isha, all wanna get with me
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| They see me rocking Fendi, Gucci, Prada, ain’t no pimp in me
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| Buy you this, buy you that, why should I?
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| I am fly
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| The only thing you need to do is open your mouth, open your thighs
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| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
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| Get your hair done, do it all
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| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
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| Pull your hair and mess it up
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| He can take you to the mall, and dress you up
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| Get your hair done, do it all
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| 'Cause all I wanna do is sex you up
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| Pull your hair and mess it up |