Max B:
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{Scarlett O' Harlem}:
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Hey baby
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{Hey daddy}
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Lookin' real good in them jeans
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{Thank you baby}
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Had a rough day?
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{I know}
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Just a lil' stilettos and stuff (Gain Greene)
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Blow back, your hair done
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{Like that day when we first met}
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I remember
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Give it to 'em though, yeah
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Verse 1
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Max B:
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I remember when i met ya, you was on ya shit
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Gave me rhythm on the first day, think it was a Thursday
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Thirsty, fiendin' for a piece, just a lil' taste
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Ass, crazy fat wit' a lil' waist
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Baby I'll, hit you from the back, till you moanin' like a banshee
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Ben N' Jerry's pantry, stamp me
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Label me the best, if I leave, I'ma get you right, Gucci shoes
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Honda Civic's mean as a hoopty coupe
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We was bumpin' beats, smokin' baby luv, 5th of Grand Cru
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Not the click that'll do you wrong, loop me just to do this song
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Indiana Jones, got the stones that'll blind you
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Mike more than my brother, he behind you
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Cover nigga up, from his head to toe, heat 'em like that fire star'
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Only hit the dealer when we buy the car
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I'ma buy the bar, yeah a couple ones, it's nuffin' babe
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Bitches wanna get me dick, they bluffin' babe
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Ow (ow)
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Chorus
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Max B:
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All my niggaz gettin' money, we blowin' dough
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Baby I'll blow a O, O
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Would you ride for eternity, burn with me, even in the hail
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My momma so concerned with me
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Told me "Bigga, please stop the rantin' and the ravin'
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Pissin' on the pavement, kiss the girls like Meagan
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Reagan, Bush, Obama, momma, god forgive me please
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I'm beggin' on my hands and knees
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Verse 2
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Scarlett O' Harlem:
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Daddy I don't know what I'd do without you
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Since the day that I was in love, it's suttin' 'bout you
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Never concerned with them bitches, I'm wit' you for life
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I'm addicted, want you morning, noon, and every night
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The way you kiss it, dick is wicked, got me feelin' strange
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You're irresistible, want you in every single way
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I'm in a daze, got me fiendin', I can't even lie
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I try to front but everybody know it's just my pride
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The way you lick it, all up in it, I'ma just admit it
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Look you would hit it when I first told you you couldn't hit it
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I was just kidding, I was waitin' for the right time for them tender kisses
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Big dick, daddy long stroke, you been what I'm missin'
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We be fuckin' in the kissin', and all over the bed
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The only nigga to get up in my head
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Get it, I ain't trippin', I ain't bitchin', I mostly got him goin' crazy
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But I'm his first and only lady, baby
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Ha
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Chorus
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Max B:
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All my niggaz gettin' money, we blowin' dough
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Baby I'll blow a O, O
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Would you ride for eternity, burn with me, even in the hail
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My momma so concerned with me
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Told me "Bigga, please stop the rantin' and the ravin'
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Pissin' on the pavement, kiss the girls like Meagan
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Reagan, Bush, Obama, momma, god forgive me please
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I'm beggin' on my hands and knees
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Verse 3
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Max B:
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Now I didn't mean to turn you out, burn you out
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But I'm just a pimp girl it's in my blood, bitches run 'em through the mud
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We was making love at the Malibu
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Baby pulled my braids, told me stroke it nice, mami I don't focus right
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When I'm tryna lay it down, I'll take you down
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Face down, ass up, that's the way I like to fuck
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Bitches on the nigga dick, damn I see yo' eyes
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They say "Love, what, you want me more
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Bless me but don't love these whores"
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Told you you was loopy, all it took was one time
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Like a fishy, man this bitch was hooked, fix me man my bitch could cook
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Collard greens and candied yams, handy man
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Bigga lay that pipe like I go to school, you could call me Roto Roo (Roto Rooter)
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I know the rules, baby I'm the boss, call me Bigga Don
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Clusters on my wrist, need a bigger arm
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Ridin' in that paradise, tendin' for your love like a pal of mine
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Watchin' scary movies, that was Valentine's
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Chorus
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Max B:
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All my niggaz gettin' money, we blowin' dough
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Baby I'll blow a O, O
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Would you ride for eternity, burn with me, even in the hail
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My momma so concerned with me
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Told me "Bigga, please stop the rantin' and the ravin'
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Pissin' on the pavement, kiss the girls like Meagan
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| Reagan, Bush, Obama, momma, god forgive me pl |
