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Traces of lipstick on my collar

Baby you got to do some more to get this last dollar

Hotter than lava when you come believe that I'ma follow

Lady Madonna like to drink but she don't like to swallow

Rockin' that product, honey stay up in the beauty parlor

Girl, it would be my honour, make you my baby momma

Holler she hella proper, fuck with tha dumbin' cousin

Sucker for lovin'-buggin', shockin' them duckin' buckin'

Suckin' then finger-fuckin', then let me show you somethin'

I'll knock that stuffin' off that English muffin

Can't tell me nothin', uh-uh

Pushin' yo' panic button in when I'm stuckin'

All of a sudden, baby gun-duckin', BBC!

Ooh, girl, you nasty

Yo' I get it on poppin'

Doc, unlockin' yo' doors, clockin' my drawers

Sockin' your mouth with a torn stockin'

Wrapped around ya noggin', I'm creepin' when you parkin'

Shoot out the lights, darken, the area, then hop in

Pick up my bigger nigga who helped me figure out the plottin'

Droppin' the tops, splittin' the dough

Shoppin' in rotten, New York, first flockin'

Because I'm heavy like Bo stockin' coat

Watch ya coat from Fo sparkin', dearly departed niggas

Unforgetable can be forgotten

Doc and Meth album enterin' the top ten

Choppin' it raw, lockin' and blockin'

Only raw choppin', it's metaphores, so cops can stop watchin'

I put 'em in and cock 'em, ready to rock 'em stock 'em

Renevate your appartment, when these two things barkin'

My Mackamichi knockin'

Bougie hoes be spottin' on they tampons

I get 'em drippin' like leaky faucets

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