[People talking]
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[Hook: Kokane]
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Likes to go, eventual
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Lead you home, come inside
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Why you got your ass on your shoulders
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Now, tryin' to spit at a bitch
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I lead inside
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Why you got your ass on your shoulders
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Yeah bitch put on an outfit, dazzle ya hair
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Come in the club fit to take you home and frazzle the hair
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Bitch understand I must have got a handle in here
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Why you open up ya ass and let me travel in there
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Create a scandal in there
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Don't talk, let me pull it out to add another angle in there
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Let me ride the back of yo ass like a camel in there
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Pussy hot like she lit a fuckin' candle in there
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Remember I was tryin' to get my drink in the slot
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And you was same girl actin' all stinkin' the spot
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It was funny how I thought I wasted breath on the broad
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A friend couldn't find her cause shorty left with the God
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And then I took her back to the crib, you can figure it out
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I'm diggin' it out with the dick in her mouth
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Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
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And swingin' about until I start kickin' em' out
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Because ya...
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[Hook: Kokane]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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I'm sayin' she fuck a nigga like she want the God to lay in a hearse
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Makin' me curse, hope you relate to my verse
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And what be makin' it worse
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That they be the same bitches frontin' like they wasn't with it at first
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Actin' too good for niggas with your ass on your shoulders
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But now you'll be fuckin' a nigga till he fall in a coma
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I remember how you acted in the front of ya friends
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As I remember now you give me head in front of my Benz
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So now I'm smackin' it up, while you backin' it up
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With a car load of bitches now I'm packin' it up
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Now ya whole crew comin' and we whackin' em' up
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Let me beat the pussy till I start blackin' it up
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Got bitches diggin' in my back scratchin' it up
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Got em' screamin' shatterin' glass crackin' it up
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Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
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Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
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Because ya...
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[Hook: Kokane]
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[Busta Rhymes]
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Sayin' in ya crib gettin' ya shit right sprayin' yourself
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With perfume that mean the dude start playin' yourself
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Ya too fly to let ya friends know ya lovin' a nigga
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So instead ya front like you ain't really fuckin' a nigga
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But still I really love to sit on my dough
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And there's nothin' I love when ya keep ya shit on the low
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Get cha' homegirl to come start lickin' ya out
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Ass swingin' about till I start kickin' em' out
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Because ya...
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A** On Your Shoulders (Feat. Kokane)
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| Busta Rhymes |
