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Itz Your Fantasy
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Baby, baby, baby, baby, baby
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Who taught you how to do this shit?
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Yeah, you bad than a motherfucker
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Tell me, why are you so curious
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And why you keep on starin'
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At the motherfuckin' zipper on these jeans
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That I'm wearin' cause baby what's in there
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Is beyond your wildest dreams
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And although it seems that I'm on the nigga hoe team
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Girl, listen, listen, Mary don't you weep
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I don't come cheap and I'm not just no nigga off the street
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I'm a certified specialized pro
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Who's got a lot of soul when you're swingin'
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Off the end of my pole
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But the matter at hand is the size
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And how it makes ya act
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When you get it up and in between your thighs
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You could squirm and squeal and try to make a deal
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That'll keep me on your jock
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For whenever you get that feelin' for the real
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And when it gets swollen
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You think you'll be controllin' me
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Because I put the pole in your hole, see
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But however it's done, it's 68 and I owe you 1
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I'm doin' it for the thrill of it
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So tell me can you feel it?
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Itz your fantasy baby, tell me if you feel it
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You know you wanna feel it
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Itz your fantasy, sing it if you feel it
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Okay, let's find a place, somethin' out of dodge
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Like the Quality Inn or the Travelodge
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Since I'm goin' out of my way
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Baby you pay for the spot
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See it's only right since you gettin' the cock
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Now tell me who's gonna get the rubbers?
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First things first, yes I like a bitch
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Who carries Lifestyles in her purse
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So since you know the play
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Close the curtains all the way
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And get ready for a toss and some rib sauce
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With a little weed I could do a good deed
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And as long as you ain't bleedin'
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I can give you what you need
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But I got a little ritual before we make love
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You gotta dish-a-dish-a-scrub
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Wash-a-wash-a-wash-a-rinse in the bathtub
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Hennessy and apple juice to sip on
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Get a little buzzed and we can get our dig on
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So don't trip cause when you
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Takin' off your clothes to reveal it
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I'ma make you feel it
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Sing it if ya feel it, itz your fantasy baby
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Touch me if ya feel it, I need to know if you feel it
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Can you feel it baby?
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Now put it where you want it, get in where you fit in
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Cause when it comes to hittin' it, splittin' it
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I ain't bullshittin'
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See, you look so good you make me wanna go bare back on ya
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But I ain't hittin' unless I use the whole pack on ya
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Bitch didn't ya know I have more stamina than a horse?
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So don't trip just let the Hen take it's course
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Yeah right now your frontin',
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Shy, actin' like you nervous, naw, turnaround, lay down
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And let me pound on your cervix
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Yeah, it's the Log Ride, like at Magic Mountain
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Take it out your mouth and shoot it like a fountain
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Pull and watch it explode
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Let me change my tire and I'm right back on the road
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Now is this more than you expected?
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You let me drive that coochie and I wrecked it
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So even though I'll never get another chance to kill it
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It's cool just as long as I made you feel it
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Itz your fantasy, tell me if you feel it
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You know you love it, sing it if you feel it
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You make me feel it, I know you feel it
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You know you feel it, tell me if you feel it
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Sing it if you feel it
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Yeah, you feel it, I love to make you feel it
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Oohh, you feel it
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Itz Your Fantasy
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