[Chorus: (Scratching) "Where tha phukk you at?" (Repeat)]
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[Opio]
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Women are so conniving
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but they liven me up
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inviting
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succulent breasts
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bustin' through that dress
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impress me and Phes
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hold up turn around so we can see the rest
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yes
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what a dame
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a mothaphukkin' shame
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what's ya name
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you look fantastic
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she responded enthusiastic
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was it the fame (naaaw)
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they all the same
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what's the difference in this plastic
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no drastic measures
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just for pleasure, laughs, kicks
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conversation was simple
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she liked my dimples
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asked me when will I be leaving town
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it's goin' down
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I said tomorrow
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a look of sorrow crossed her face
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but I'm an ace
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?_____? shot out to the hotel for the satin lace
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treatment
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Victoria's Secrets
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get me weak in the knees
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baby please don't tease me
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she put the squeeze on me
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had me whipped
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a tight grip
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the perfect fit I flipped
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I couldn't handle it
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shot 'em out but now I want 'em back
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baby doll tell me where the phuk you at. . .
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[Tajai]
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Yeah, now this shit here sounds like some interlusion
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so let me kick some ludeness
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slackness
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I wish I had a bitch that practiced
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gymnastics
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and when I hit it from the back this girl
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would twirl and twist and fat lips
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and make the johnson vibrate like a tonsil
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plus on the tonsils
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honeyboo be on the job
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and if I try to hang she be like a bat outta Hades
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phuk around get with the nigga my lady
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I want a bitch that's ?_____?
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maybe glaze me in some cherries and heavy syrup
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but neva no reigns see and neva no stirrups (naaah)
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none of that S and M
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just undressin' when
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it's appropriate and even when it's not
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cause she hot, so...
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[Chorus]
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[A-Plus]
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I knew this nigga that was bigga than life
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pullin' the trigga and knifes
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he'd stick up in ya in fights (and he was)
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the kind of nigga causin' pain and static
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when you seen him he would make you wanna aim your 'matic
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but that is not happenin'
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that nigga got back
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cause if you shot at him
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80 niggas would be on your block cappin'
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he had family
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understand me
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and he know popo know he make his dough sellin' candy
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he got friends in high places
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white men in skyscrapers
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I bet they help him beat his 5 cases
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untouched a true mack indeed
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he'd pull a mac and bleed
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he made a stack from crack and weed
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he phuckked up the fact is
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the nigga tried to duck taxes
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now he at that "Ahw nigga you, punk" status
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federal pen with non-heteral men
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climbin' ya front to back
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aw nigga where the phuk ya at
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[Phesto]
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I like them ripe hips
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to slide in
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after the shows we rock these
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I'm captivatin' hoes to wax and they attract me
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I see that lookin' in my eyes with fascination
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mesmerized
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so I'm buckin' them thighs
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for a visit later she replied
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yes
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to see her undressed
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I just couldn't deny 'cause she possessed
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the most voluptuous
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ass and D cups
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it was almost too much for just me
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I said what's up with us
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we got in the cut and let the lust erupt
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scandalous as she did me justice
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with them lucious lips
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givin' a nigga rushes
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with the slightest touches but bust this
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now I gotta live with the repercussions
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corruption
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she raised up when I dazed under the assumption
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she could be trusted
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now I'm like what's this
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flustered
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left for broke all 'cause this
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hoe I'll probably never see again
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had a motive and
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got me for my dough
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so all I really wanna know
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is bitch...
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[Chorus]
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Where the Phuck You At?
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| Souls of Mischief |
