When I seen her walking down the street
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She was pretty then
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Did you get her name? Did you get her number?
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Baby head back, I ain’t really into skinny chicks
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Lips, she tastes like raspberries, damn I want you to know
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Man if you’d see how she work the stroll
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That body was out of control
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Ain’t no way I was bout to let her go
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I ran my thing like I was supposed
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We’re bombin on the beat but the beat so cold
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Babe you’re bombin on the beat but the beat so cold
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Babe you’re bombin it on the beat but the beat so cold
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Babe you’re bombin on the beach but the beach so cold
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So cold
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We’re bombin on the beat but the beat so cold
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Babe you’re bombin it on the beat but the beat so cold
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Babe you’re bombin on the beach but the beach so cold
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If her boyfriend tryina trip, talkin shit I’mma beat hit ass
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You should let her go, it ain’t worth the problems, hell no
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If she come right now she’d be down but I don’t love ‘er though
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Plus she tastes like raspberry, man I though you should know
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Man if you’d see how she work the stroll
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That body was out of control
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Ain’t no way I was bout to let her go
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I ran my thing like I was supposed
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When I seen her walking down the street
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She was pretty then
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Can’t remember her name but I got her number man
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And then I beat away, all in, I’m bitter then
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She was pretty then
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We’re not caught up in beauty now
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Seen her walking down the street
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She was pretty then
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Can’t remember her name but I got her number
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When I told her to stand back, pull up my skinny thing
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Darling wants it twice, we begin to fuck even now
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Raspberries
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| Big Boi |
