Magic (Ms. Peaches) talking:
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You big fine ass motherfucker
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I need to know one thing is you freaky? (oh come on now)
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huh? I said is you freaky? ( boy you better stop playing with me)
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you hear what the fuck I'm saying
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so don't act like you dont hear me (you crazy)
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I need to know is you bout that freak girl
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(I aint really tripping)
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alright well If it's on it's on
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I need to know is you bout that freak girl
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(boy I'm not really tripping)
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alright well If it's on it's on
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I need to know is you bout that freak girl
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(I said I'm not tripping)
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alright well If it's on it's on
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I need to know is you bout that freak girl
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(Look boy stop playing I said I'm not tripping)
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but look look
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Verse 1: Magic (Ms. Peaches)
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Let me explain my situation before we even conversate
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see I'm involved with this female that just can't be replaced
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So I'm just looking for a friend are you interested?
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Cause I would love to see you butt-naked lying in my bed
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You won't regret a mintue just tell me what you like
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and I promise to make this the best night of your life
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(Now would you dine on me?) sure baby only the best
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(Now would you treat me like a queen?) only if you can pass the first test
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Is the pussy good? ( You just got to see for yourself)
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Well is you cold with it? (Oh believe me this is the best)
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It's just me and you and I won't tell nobody
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so put your hands on my hips and let your neck get rowdy
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If you suck my soul, I'll play with your emotions
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so at the point of pentration, your wetter than the ocean
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getting aroused by my every motion
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as I'm getting aroused by your Victoria Secret's lotion
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I'm harder than an armadillian, can't fight this feeling
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if you get on all four, shoot that ass to the ceiling
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as I apply the pressure as she starts to moan
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Ohh if it's it's on...look
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Why is you biting at that pillow baby, screaming my name?
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(Because your working that dick, you got me going insane.)
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(Boy you'se a soilder) I told ya ( How you keeping your composer?)
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Cause right before we started, I smoked three gards of dolja
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You getting the dope dick, I prepared for this
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Wanted to dick you down before I blasted
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The plastic got the bed down better than average
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it's only been an hour and she's speaking of marriage
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I get upset, but then I start to laugh and I can't blame her
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She's been exposed to Magic,
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no other man can make her feel like I make her feel
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(Shit I aint trippin on your wife, I'm trying to keep it real)
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So what you sayin boo? Cause I'm hoping that I'm hearing you
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I told you from the jump there was no future in this
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( So what you sayin? Don't I fulfill your biggest fantasy)
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Nah to tell you the truth baby you bothering me
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I undressed you, only to sex you
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gave you the dick and it must have impressed you
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(Man you shiesty ass niggas fucking make me sick
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I wish I would have known, I would of asked you to lick my clit
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Dont you recall the day that you begged for the pussy,
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paided for the pussy)
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Yeah but now I got the pussy
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(You just a fucking same nigga, aint nothing changed
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You just another lame nigga)
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Magic (Ms. Peaches) talking:
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Yeah Yeah Yeah
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Whatever save all that shit
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you know what? get the fuck out of I'm sick of your stupid ass (What?)
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(Fuck you, I'll get my shit, I knew I shouldn't have been fucking with you)
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I aint got time for all this fucking shit (Stupid ass nigga)
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I got what the fuck I want, I got what the fuck I want
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get your ass outta here
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(Fuck you Magic you know that) alright alright whatever
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(It's cool it's cool
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I knew I shouldn't have been fucking with you bitch ass nigga
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Fucking make me sick) get ya shit...get ya shit...
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(That's what all yall niggas about)
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get ya...get ya shit and GET THE FUCK OUT
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Freaky
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