[Verse 1:]
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Yeah, alright, yo
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A couple days ago
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I met the illest latina
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Her demeanor was unexplainable
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You shoulda seen her
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Thick thighs, nice ass
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Body like an hourglass
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Didn't hesitate to break a brother
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Next second she passed
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I was like, "What's up?"
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To which she replied
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"How you doin'?"
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I said de nada momma
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But your beauty I'm persuin'
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And I said I'm about to win the lottery
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She asks "How?"
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I said, "Your seven digits right now"
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And made her smile
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Now we conversing
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And she feelin' my style
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I can tell by the way she talkin'
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That she down to go the mile
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Had a couple drinks
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Now we headed back to her place
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The shade of red from her lipstick all over my face
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I'm tryin' to hit, split it
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Baby girl you gonna let me get it?
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She said, "Hold up ok, I don't get down like that"
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I said I know beautiful girl
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But I get down like that
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So let me heat it up, heat it up
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Go crazy and beat it up
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"Damn papi, how you even know I like it rough?"
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The way you was feelin' on me
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When kissing revealed enough
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I wanna scratch you, provoke you
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Bite you, choke you
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But just a little, bite your legs
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Dick up in the middle
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"Hold up, wait a second
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Nigga, you gotta condom?"
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Come on beautiful girl of course I've got protection
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I stay with Magnums and I ain't talkin' Smith and Wesson
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I keep undressin'
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Girl I'm about to teach you a lesson
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After I hit it she says
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"Bobby I have a confession
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I think I love you!"
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I said "What the fuck?"
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Thinkin' to myself
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Damn, I shoulda never cut
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Kissed her on the cheek
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Hit the lights, then she fell asleep
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So I snuck out the bathroom window on the creep, like
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(The next day, the next day, the next day, the next day, yo
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The next day, the next day, the next)
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[Verse 2:]
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Yeah, yeah, yo
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Now I'm out the door
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Downtown is where I'm about to go
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Got a meeting with my boy Chris
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About a dope show
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So I hail a cab, jump in
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But so does some girl
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Beautiful, pretty eyes
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With luxurious curls
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I said "No fair"
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She smiled and said
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"Why don't we share?"
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What a success
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Lookin' at her chest
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Thinkin' if her breasts was a test
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She would fail
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Fresh tip nails
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Type of ass make a brother
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Train of thought derail
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As we converse
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I could tell that she feelin' my style
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Get the pussy wet
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That's the mission
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As long as she listen to my words
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Feelin' on the curves
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Only lips I'm thinkin' bout kissin' is hers
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I can barely fight the urge
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Only thing that matter right now
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Is these two verbs
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I'm talkin' me and you
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So fine, I'd think I'd start seeing you
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Her body was a work of art
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Like Hieroglyphics
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Too much detail to go into specifics
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Now
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I'm diggin' shorty
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Like an archeologist
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Tryin' a bone
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Searchin' for a queen to take the throne
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The type of girl to love
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And call her my own
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[Verse 3:]
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I'm just a bachelor (bachelor)
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Looking for a bachelorette
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Baby, maybe you can persuade me
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To give you love
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You couldn't imagine yet
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Kiss you on the neck
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Then I sedate the pussy like a vet
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Got the shorty rollin' like a movie set
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Take her to the Rio
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I'm not talking about G-burg
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I'm talking De Janeiro
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Spend denero like it's reverb
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Expansion
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Couple kids running round the mansion
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Day dreamin'
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Getting ahead of my self
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Advancin'
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But, come on... girl
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Now come on give me love
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I know we just met but
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Romance is like a drug
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You know we go together
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Like sympathy and hugs
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So I write this girl
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A symphony
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And tell her that I love
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Her everything
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Girl I love your everything
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You know I love your everything
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I said I love your everything
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Yeah, love your everything
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Girl, I love your everything
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Relaxation
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