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What it is hoe, ah what's up (what's up)
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Can a nigga get in them guts (them guts)
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Cut you up like you ain't been cut (been cut)
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Show your ass how to really catch a nut (oh yeah yeah)
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Well give me you number and I'll call (I'll call)
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And I'll follow that ass in the mall (in the mall)
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Take you home, let you juggle my balls (my balls)
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While I'm beatin and tearin down your walls (oh yeah)
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[Verse One]
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This your boy Mr. Funkadelic, what's the business baby
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I've been eyeing you all day in the mall miss lady
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You looking good, I think I seen your ass in the hood
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With your friends dressed up, trying to front if you could
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But anyway, gone and drop a number or something
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So I can call you later on,on your phone or something
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Take you home, and maybe we could bone or something
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It's no limits to what we do,cause tonight we cutting, gut busting
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I'm digging in your walls something viscious
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With your legs to the ceiling, catch a nut someting serious
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You delirious,or might I say you taste so delicious
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With your pretty brown skin, like "Almond Joys" and "Kisses"
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And you ah certified head doctor
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Number one staller that takes dick in the ass and won't holler
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Bend you over and I"ll follow you straight to the room
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Where it goes down lovely in the Leagon of Doom
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Two]
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Shit, you know the deal before a nigga even stepped
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Damn that ass hot, seems like it's gone melt
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You know I give it to you til you run out of breathe
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Then bust a nut all over yourself
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The first time I called, you were juggling on my balls
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In and out of your jaws, I was beating down your walls
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Had your ass breaking laws for a player was the cause
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And every time you seen a G you was slipping off your drawers, I recall
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I met your ass at the mall, in the fall
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You the one with the dress on, let me take you home
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Show your ass how to buss a nut, up in the guts
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Cut you up like you ain't been cut
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From the back (back) then to the side (side) to the front
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Turn around,you got me right
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I smack them thighs, anyway that you want me
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So gone see about a pimp and that monkey
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And that's fo' sho'
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three]
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What's the buiseness baby, can I get in them drawes
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I like the way your hands rub against my balls
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Cause you the one, a nigga met at south dekalb mall
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With your pretty brown skin, thick thighs and all
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135 petite, and your smell is unique
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Maybe we can exchange numbers and hook up in the week
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Oh, You a freak, I knew it from the first time I saw you
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The way you played with your tongue, I knew right then I would call you
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So what it is, they call me Super Don from the ville
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And I'ma tell you like this, cause a nigga so real, and stay trill
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Cause all I wanna do is just drill, with that ass in the air, and the pussy I kill
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And I feel, you love to fuck up on a hill
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Suck dick from behind, and take nut in your grill
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So bitch chill, and shut your mouth just for a second
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While I lay this dick down on you just like I'm Teddy
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[Chorus]
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Some Cut
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Lil Scrappy |