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Look, I went over pick-up lines in front of mirrors all the time? Mandatory cause I st-st-stuttered every time I tried If it's only when it's fit for you I bet that I'm a guy You my heart, if you leave me then I bet that I'm a die See Wiz said I had to get you from your man And Biz told me that you said he's just a friend Drug dealer heard he spits cheese with the hobos His checks keep bouncing That's b's on a pogo Why don't you say no to Rumo You either date me or Juno you want a lame is for Pluto I wanna make a new move for your benefits It isn't that hard to pick My sex outta this world she call me Martian dick I don't mean to diss yo man but I like you shit has been wet Since I was ten I was tryna get a chance She won't even give me that it's weird, you know that Think I came off wrong, here I'll start over
Like wassup, I don't really mean to be rude But last time I seen you with dude I heard ya'll broke up, bummer I mean if it's cool like we can go and chill This song was straight drop I got a crush on you, crush on you I got a crush on you, crush on you I got a crush on you, crush on you
Shit ,what you waiting for check yes or check no Uh, it started out I had a party at my house Drink and every body, and couple girls on the couch Look at them they burned out they got they skirts all up Another chick talkin' bout she got a blunt rolled up And so I did the done got it Cause I'm bouta make it happen and she had another friend So I'm bouta got it crackin' Smoke a blunt outside no lighter bustin' matches And I only hit the blunt cause I knew she was givin action You can't pass on that bro plus she was bomb And she got some nice hips, the girls get it from momma Hit the sex room then we gotta change up the genre This girl gone wild, I think I'm lovin' her persona She like to wear Prada, Louie V and Gabbana Street clothes over lingerie on the bottom I can't stop starin', adrenaline rush But I had to suck it up and tell this cutie wassup
Like wassup, I don't really mean to be rude But last time I seen you with dude I heard ya'll broke up bummer I mean if it's cool like we can go and chill This song was straight drop I got a crush on you, crush on you I got a crush on you, crush on you I got a crush on you, crush on you
Babe, what's your name, where you goin', baby, can I come? Let you empty out my bank account, insufficient funds I you know you wanna hang like wet clothes She whispered in my ear like let's go We can hop in the Beamer or Lexus I'm tryna buss and I ain't talkin' 'bout the metro I'm nasty, yup, I don't give a fuck It's a target on your pussy, bet I hit it up Can't stop, won't stop like the young bounds I got some thing me and you can do for fun, fun So what's the deal, is you with the business? She can't take the dick she won't let a nigga finish She back it up, back it up and take a pose She doin' shit that make me wanna take her home I'm like get it, get it, get it, get it, get it, girl I smack her on the ass and tell her to get it some more Tight!
Like wassup, I don't really mean to be rude But last time I seen you with dude I heard ya'll broke up, bummer I mean if it's cool like we can go and chill This song was straight drop I got a crush on you, crush on you I got a crush on you, crush on you I got a crush on you, crush on you
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