[Big Ed] (Da Diiiiiiiick)
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I'm having a big problem, or should I say difficulty?
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With my body's faculty
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My wood ain't acting right, as soon as I got this girl to act right
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Seduced her to give up the ass on the first night
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Her name is Cynthia, hell of a body that will send for ya
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Backstage, D.C, had my niggas go send for her
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She spotted me and she said
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"I was just wondering why they call you Big Ed?"
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Now that's the million dollar question hon'
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Let just say in the sack I'm known to make a run
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Forget about it, cause I'll hit you with that pressure
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Can't wait to undress ya, with your fine ass lookin' like Vanessa
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5'11", light skin, green eyes and convacios
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Defintely lickable in delicate places
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Not tonight though, strickly just to dick down
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Got to the telly, honey laid down, pulled the pannies way down
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Ain't got time to waste now, she's tuggin' at my waist now
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Dropped my pants, dropped my drawers, and whipped it out
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Inserted into her mouth, she wrapped her head around the ear
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She let me watch my dick disappear, reappear
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I rubbed the cat, finger fucked it, she grabbed my hand and sucked it
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And in the other hand nothing but dick
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I got my jim-hand but when I tried to put it on
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My hard-on was gone
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I told my dick "Attention salute"
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But he didn't, insuborate motherucker
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What happened to the rocka rocka motherfucker?
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Then he spoked, spoked me I almost choked
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On my spit, this is ricdoulous
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I'm looking at my piece like whose dick is this?
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(Who Am I? I'm the nigga that made you
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I'm the reason why all the honies laid you
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I got 'em doing all that freaky shit they do
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Reprations overdue)
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Nigga hold up, reprations? (Yeah I said it)
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Now what you mean you got me pussy? (Oh I didn't get it?)
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(Only thing you did was brag about me
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Telling 'em how I'm hangin' like Nights of the Boogie
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All in the your raps, all in your convo
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you building curosity straight from the get-go
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You know, and I know, that she wants to know
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And she ain't gonna go, until she knows how long I grow)
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Nigga I got it from the game I spit
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I enticed the mind way before she saw the dick
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What you mean you made me? I'm the that bust the raps
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Bust the gats (Yeah but I got the nuts to go do that
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Hoes I run through that)
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Fool when I walk in the spot they be like who that?
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(Nigga they be lookin' at the bulge in your pants
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The size of your feet and hands, peepin' out your stance
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Musclar, six pack, don't mean shit
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They leave your stupid ass if you go impatent
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Nigga you ain't shit without me, can't do shit without me
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Cause every women loves a big fat stiffy
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That she can sit on, direct and cream on
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And if I don't rise up, best believe she's gone
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Alot of women want their cats licked
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But it takes a backseat to some bomb dick
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Even money won't do the trick, she'll get tired of the shit
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She'll start sneaking around hunting for some dick
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The want from you to lift shit, fix shit
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You wouldn't be around if you weren't attached to dick
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I'm in control, I'm the brain's extension
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No matter you postition, just look at Bill Clinton
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Dykes hate you but buy me off the shelf)
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Man nigga fuck you (Nawl that's bad for your health
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And while we on the topic, this bad hoe you wanna stab
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Can't fuck with her dogg, she got crabs
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And they'll get in my afro, oh hell no
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Let's just bust from flacio, cause she'll go)
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*door slams*
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Who Am I?
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| Big Ed |
