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I'm reclinin' out West - maxin at da ress pressed to see my cutie that
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I call to come caress me desperate pooh unavailable da check dis - not
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into masturbating yo cuz that's some other shit since I had hit a dry
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spell I figured I'd manicure my nails den out da blue I'm interrupted
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by the bell it was Kia talkin bout Dia c'mon let's bounce tonight
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Wu-Tang performin at da Fever and I got backstage passes - vip status
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da after party's at the Marriott we in the night like Gladys cool I
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can do wit dat give me 45, so I can wash da pussy cat a marinade da
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body hop in mizarahi tighten up dah afro and turn to superhottie tell
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you what I'll hit you up soon as I'm ready when I see your Mitsubishi
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out front we jettin'
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(chorus)
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Arrived at da club like 11:45 - scenery was live - mob like a 3-2
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center outside fly riders da whole shabang you know how Philly hang
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come time nah get extravagant while I was side tracked by the glamour
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and the glitz key was chattin' wit a bouncer telling him we on nah
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list within a split second we escorted through conjestion routine
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friskin' metal detection all's clear as air - no question so we
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grabbed at the bar and head towards da dance section wit no hesitation
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we breeze to the back in the green room where the celebrities was at,
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that's when nah propaganda began to emerge star stud events must
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trigger hoochie alerts cuz Kia went berserk, diggy low at first subtle
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body language actin'like a flirt tongue stickin out wit da' baby doll
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pout talkin' all loud I'm like what's dis all about ... -mono-
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Here come tha' raw maneuver luew-der than imagined Kia aimin' for
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attention strivin for it with a passion slips out her sarong starts
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dancing in her thongs like a bootie song was on I said sis you know
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you wrong (see) you tha' reason nigs be screamin' bitches, hoes and
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tricks I'ont believe you goin' out on nat Adina Howard shit don't you
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dig these niggaz think you hotter than tha' sun even if they talk to
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you they wanna hit & run if you skeemin' on nah cream boo you ain't
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gettin' none you played from nah door wit dat nut shit you done den
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she gone look at me and say yo chill whatever, I thought you was my
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peeps I said I thought you was together your actions bounce on all
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these chicks in here like a reflector I'm tryin nah school you sis you
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its plain that you don't know no better - I'm not da one to judge so
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do what you gotta do but it ain't what you do its how you do it...
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Chorus
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True honey buns wanna have fun un-like a chick who settle for da hit
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and run, yeah to all tha girls do what you gotta do but it ain't what
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you do its how you do it...
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True Honey Buns (Dat Freak Shit)
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| Bahamadia |
