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do wrong

man dawg, it's some bad bitches out here that'll, whoa. go on girl, i know everybody gotta feel this, yeah you got somebody at home, but this bad motherfucker right here gon', i could tell when i dropped the top, i nippled off on the block, i was gon' get into some bullshit, that's the reason why i watch for cops, and keep me two baby glocks, both of 'em loaded with a full clip, still i gotta be on a mission for paper, but later on i'ma be hangin out with everybody, never knew i shoulda been scared of the hottie, i got up with later on at the r. kelly party, so i pull up the club in the coupe, look at how them jeans huggin the boots, saw me ippy uppy icy as hell, f'rilla good smell, have you ever seen a thug in a suit? jackin bitches up, socializin with everybody flirtin with girls but got plans to go home, 'til i felt the way you was backin up on the thang, gettin down on the flo' i could see the top of the thong, she a she could bass a deuce, a fine-ass medusa make your dick turn to stone, take a look at the thong, get in the zone, took a shot of patron, and i was gone, she a, take a look at them hips, and how she lickin them lips, like she was lickin ice cream, ballin with a bad bitch that ain't yours on the scene, listenin to some al green might, that's a girl that you shouldn'ta fucked with, but she so seductive, got a nigga head gone, now you know it ain't right, got a girl at home, but tonight she the type that'll, {this nigga that you shouldn'ta fucked with}, {but he so seductive, had a bitch head gone}, {now you know it ain't right, got a man at home}, {but tonight he the type that'll}, i got the champagne and popped the top, and then unlocked the lock, the queen 'bout to get her bang on, i don't know what i'ma tell my dawg, when he look up and realize that a bitch ain't came home, shit, he about to be rockin it, lookin sweeter than chocolate, he got the smell of a reese's, break a fella to pieces, it's a hell of a thesis, adjustin his body with telekenesis, got on top and then he knocked me off, until he was soft, got in the car and dropped him off, tryin to sink down as low as i can up in my seat, cause i'm rollin in the hummer and the top was off, my guy sleepin anyway and that's whassup, but i'm paranoid, drivin fast as fuck, thinkin 'bout what i did, i try to sneak in the crib, here come my man in the front, askin me what, i don't know what you talkin 'bout, baby whyon'tcha go on back to sleep, i was at the police station, when you hangin in the club, wit'cha boys gettin drunk 20 deep it'll, if you got up with a ho, shoulda told the bitch use another douche, if you was at the police station, shoulda smelled like heist, but you comin in smellin like puss what'll, well i couldn't resist, cause she was thick as hell and so cute, steady comin at me, she was throwin it all on me, and i couldn't leave, she had a big dookie shoot, it'll, well i know what you talkin about, so we can do it like this, i'ma go and ride, you can do what you do, cause i done met another brother with some bomb-ass. it'll,

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