[A-Plus]
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He hah... hahaha!!
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Yo y'all wanna know about hoes?
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Check it... yo
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Adam is the man that got more honies than a hive of
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bees I skeeze I'm pullin stunts like McGyver
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And I try ta, always be patient with a Miss
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But I diss, cuz groupies always seem to make me pissed
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Huh, they gotta be frontin, wantin to start a phony friendship
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I never pretend to think I befriend be them hips
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and send dips, back to they moms with a grin
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But if she's a boo boo head I tell no-one that I got in
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[Tajai]
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Yo, skins friends I got a lotta, and I gotta
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bend them and then blend all the hottie
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Spurts be burstin like a mile a minute
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Cuz I can either take it slow or yo I wild up in it
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I'm pulling, yes cuz fully dressed or threadbare they're nice
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I twist my sides to tickle thighs when my head's there
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I now rips sets so foul dips spread my rep
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I sew the girls up like Schweppes, so many kids might fret
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[Opio]
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Afterwards I'm bouncing dips like tits on chicks
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who be running track, then they be running back for more
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Rest assured, it's absurd for her to be your linga
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I get the finger, cuz she can't get the stinga
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any longer, my dong can stretch and I'm stronger
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I got the daddy ding-a-ling to get you hot and bothered
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Get the kinks out when my stink in the pink shout and scream
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Butta second fling is but a dream
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[Phesto]
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From day one I played hoes in the schoolyard, my tool heartless
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but not for dips submerging it ain't hurt men to merge in
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My status, from baddest to Tims I'm pulling more hips
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than gravity, and after the skins get hit, I'm drowsing
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Arousing the next dousing the next thousand my saliva
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The liver ones cuz I don't try to run in no dumb females
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Some be swell, but, my picks so why tricks
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get restricted to flicks with boo boo heads, I screw you dead
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Chorus:
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I call myself the man (8X)
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[Opio]
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Niggaz cling, and get attached to things on the flute
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That's insane, I just be in and bang, get boots
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For gosh sakes, that broad shakes, her thang to the whole game
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The way the labia lips hang it's a sad shame
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Clapping when you're tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em
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The breasts sag like they're saddened
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The skins are wrinkled, dry, worn and battered
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Leave em shattered, she's as fly as a maggot
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[Phesto]
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The him I am, the man I'm him
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Bustin skins out, I been stout erect checkin dips
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when I'm wreckin lips and clitorises, hit her with this
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[boom bow bang!!] swinging from my you-know-whats so you know buttcheeks
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are clapping tapping the guts on the late with your date
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makes my ego [ha-hah] read those lipstick marks on my penal tip
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They don't lie, penis took your dip to a fly despise
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my description, why, when I'm making them lips bend
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[A-Plus]
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I hit it, I did it, I admit it
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I never quit it, yes I knock the boots like I was Riddick
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Bowe, get with it, hoe, I get with
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No, Boomerang broads with nasty toes
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Keep your corns on your husk you muskrat
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But if she's fly, I try to bust that
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Gluttius maximus, I wax and bust
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I'm taxin just to be the mack man Plus
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[Tajai]
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Once I been with women, friendship done been the sole outcome
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How come skins can't work their way in?
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The question resting late night at her pad and
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Scheming to grab and season, cuz she's in
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I fiend getting mad horny, transforming charges
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into swinging me, seemingly hard miss
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Let her know that I was on it
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Now I got dibs on that crib I'm +Welcome Back+ cuz I'm Kotter
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Chorus
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A Name I Call Myself
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Souls of Mischief |