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Where the tittys poke out and the $$# stay phat
You know I gotta mac when i'm bang i'm strapped
Aint tryina get trapped with no damn hood rat
Slept on a ^!$$% now it's done with the nap
I be on my fab %#@! making hoes holla back
Now i'm chilling at the party where they all getting naughty
Got a bottle of bacardi talking to this little shawty
Say she want me to bring that X
She wanna trade pills for some sex
I tell her just chill don't you stress
She got more boyfriends than she got breasts
And I aint next but I must confess that she's 11 out of 10
So i'd rather be just a stranger than to have her as a friend
I'm gone
Calling me up so what's up
I got her fix but she can't get enough
Her man can't get it up
So she's down to $#&@
Got me touching all over her butt but hold up
I'ma dope boy and ur the buyer
You feeling so low I get you higher
That's it not your man just supplier
Kinda got me thinking that ur wearing a wire
So I can't really talk to you no more
Why you always gotta text me when you bored
You wanna download fun but i'm not the source
My names young mane can't be your boy
I don't play no games can't be your toy
So just let a ^!$$% chill what u stressing 4
I'm right around corner when you want it let me know aint a thing i'll give you some more
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