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They say my brain meltin', and the only thing I'll tell 'em
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Is I'm livin' for the present and the future don't exist
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So baby take your clothes off, a chance like this
You may never get to show off, show off
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Show off what you talking about
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Unless you like to tease, baby
When in reality you don't know how to please, baby
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Blue-ball queen, take your fucking seat, baby
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Ride it out, now I know you wanna scream, baby
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Better than your next man
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And if he swingin' I get dumber than the next man
Cause I don't play
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Unless it's keys then I play all day
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You like them keys? We gon' play all day
Wet dream for your brain all day
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All day
I think you lost your morals, girl
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In that two-floor loft in the middle of the city
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I promise you gon' see
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That I'm only fucking 20, girl
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Amnesia, put your mind in a dream world
What you doing in the bathroom?
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I hear noises in the bathroom
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Baby, it's okay
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We can do it in the living room
Twisting turns in 'em, the only girls that we fuck with
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Seem to have 20 different pills in 'em
They tell us that they love us
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Even though they want a next man
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And the next man's bitch want the third man
Eddie Murphy shit
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Rehearse lines to them and then we fuck faces
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Yeah we know just how to get a buzz
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Mix it with the hash, come fuck with us
I'm raw, motherfucker, I'm raw
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These bitches can't touch what we got if they wanted
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I'll plug any nigga that'll step
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Man, I got 'em, yeah I got 'em
Till the ending of our credits
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Please don't get offended when we don't answer your calls
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And if you got a problem, come and find us, we can talk about it
What's good, young ho? You about it?
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Got a loft right now, you're excited
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You excited?