Verse 1
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Is she dope, yep, ass in full effect,
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she walks into the room and all the guys come down with strep,
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thinkin they can step, their hands go up with sweat,
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but she be down with me since fetts vette (jets jets),
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shes a hard drinka, a lollypop licka,
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a pistol packing mama got me posed like a thinker,
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she gold like the Aztecs or is it the incas
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she call the shot and the shot be cunnilingus
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she heaven sent on the x-box playing halo
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wish that she would clean my pipes like she wa draino,
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wish she wasnt hotter than a plate of jalapenos,
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i feel like the kid, that wants to eat his play dough,
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you shouldnt cuz it should be bad for your health,
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take one look at her and you be screamin for help
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or call up the police say put me in a cell,
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i cant resist this dish im under emilys spell if you couldnt already tell
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i love every iota, yoda should have told me she was off to south dakota
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one more yacht bird flew the coop I guess old gordy done screwed the pooch
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(Chorus)
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only thing i love more than herb is the bird but my luck¡¯s kinda fucked its a wonder that I flirt but I do and i will cuz im still just a nerd ever been left behind, let me hear ya say w3rd
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Verse 2
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Shes a go getter dressed in a sweater
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we watched black hawk down together
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her name¡¯s heather, there¡¯s no better, didn¡¯t want her to go, but I had to let her
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remember hot weather, there I first met her, ellen was saying we should so get together, miss going on dates, girls getting dolled up
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Outside the yacht club, cant belive she showed up
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scholios chick, one fake tit
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always bitin her lip, always walkin with a limp
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always talkin shit, always beggin to kiss
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cuz you can¡¯t resist the lips of an MC Chris
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we only had a month to hump it was rough
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she was the first one that brought over a tooth brush
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she missed home, horses in the barn
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life was sucking so kentucky was pulling her arm
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just one bird that got away
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keep up to date by checkin her LJ
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on my birthday she bought me chucks
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not only does it blow it totally sucks
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(Chorus)
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Verse 3
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Her name was lb, she was an actress
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I filled up her spaces like madlibs
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way above average she was just a sad kid
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so i couldnt help but give the girl my address
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she live in texas like to get messed up
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like to tease the boys so she always got dressed up
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like to get in fights with the truckers at the rest stop
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she was top notch and her bod was the best part
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fan of mine summertime droppin¡¯ me a line
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sounded kinda cute couldnt help but reply
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chillin in her pool squintin at the sky
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cell phone rings MC says high
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so were talking everyday, flirtin up a storm
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plans a road trip i say w3rd is born
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and my mind¡¯s set on porn, and i think im gonna score
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I get down on all fours start scrubbin all the floors
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then i get all nervous that an accident is imminent,
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never have a chance to relax and get intimate
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arrives at my drive, I sigh, get all shy
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so we all get all high walk down little 5
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do a shot buy some pot, take a seat on the street
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shes cute and shes nice and shes hot and shes sweet
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and she makes the first move cuz i'm set on defeat
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then I tongue lap her flaps till she snaps and she screams
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and she just leaves, and im kinda relieved no ODs VDs hearts on my sleeve
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not a stalker just a talker ass tight as a weave once a newbie now a groupie double clicking on me -what?
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(Chorus)
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Yatch Birds
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| MC Chris |
