[Chorus x2]
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[Tony Sunshine]
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Yo
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If you want it in the morning and you need it in the
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night
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I'm a give it to you baby
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I'm a give it to you right
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[Sapphira]
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Would you do whatever I want?
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Would you give me all that I need?
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[Fat Joe]
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Ugh yo yo
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Don't need to tell me about your love life
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I can see it in your eyes you like the thug type, His & Her bikes
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Diamonds in the rough? Right!
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Love the crushed ice? Love to puff la? Love to get fucked? Right!
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It's the Don with the S-Class, all aboard! With the best ass
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Known to make the sex last,
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only rep that, bet ya can't sit
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Joey Head Crack, keep you dancin', shit be hectic
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Start the party in the limo, Bacardi con Limon
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That's what's on, girl, shake your body, c'mon
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Forget your friends, you can trust this
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I know you heard how we run tris, but I want one chic
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Don thick with the big hips,Joe will have a hoe
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screaming "Fat niggas got big dicks!"
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So lick your lips if you're feeling me, I'm right in
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front of Trinity
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The way you work that thong, girl you're killin' me
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[Chorus]
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[Armageaddon]
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Yeah
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Me? I love the way you work it now
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Pumping your bottom up and down like somebody played
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you and now you tryin' to hurt them back
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Whatever it is that you really need, you can get it,
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if it's me you can hit, if it's weed it's already litted
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We can leave in a minute, hop in the drop top 3 if you wit it
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Watch TV in it, feel the breeze,
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and get lifted on our way to the Four Seasons
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Here's a sweet that I rented; I'm a get deeper in it
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than he's been in it
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Bangin' like a chief's up in it (Don't Stop)
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Fuck your punnony; butterfly on top of my body
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I'm a suck that tootsie roll
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'til the cops gotta come and find me
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That's word life, mommy, I break you off like
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commission, through all the positions
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Show you shit you always thought you was missing
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Go and walk like a stallion, yelling "Fuck!" like Italians
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Beat it from the back, with your butt hitting my trunk, gold medallion
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I'm puttin' in work, so now you gotta trade your pussy in it
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If Armageaddon heard it, let it rest 'til it's new again
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[Chorus]
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[Cuban Link]
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Dame un beso, en el pecho, y quitate pantalon
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Let me freak your body, mommy, with my cancion
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I got a spot at the Ramada, asta manana
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Dame un beso en el quello y quitate pantalon
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Let me freak your body, mommy, with my cancion
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I got a spot at the Ramada, I make ya holla, holla
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I make ya holla, holla, you're the best dada
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I'm that dog with the collar, your father told you not to bother
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Make it hotter than lava when I climb up in the cama
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Llama me when you want and come satisfy your gana
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I'm a smooth criminal, type of dude that's sneaking
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through your window while your husband slump, sleeping
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in the living room, getting you best, get on that ass
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doing back flips, arial tactics that'll have you
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yelling that's it, then pass it to Joey Gauge
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They both know me already, from the show to the telly,
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are you ready like R. Kelly?
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Just belly to belly dancing, have you cats steadily
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telling me I'm handsome
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It's hard to keep my pants on, the last don; I last
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long like sad songs, mad strong
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Known for breaking hearts and back bones, act grown,
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cause ain't no chaperones in sight
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It's no price, I'm a give you what you want tonight
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[Chorus x4]
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Tell Me What U Want
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| Terror Squad |
