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This one for that girl with a booming system
Up down, A/C with a hotter system
If she come up in the club
She'd be blazing up
Got stacks on deck
Like she'd save it up
And she ill, she real,
She might got a deal
She pop faces and
She got the right kind of hair
She cold, she dope, she might sell coke
She always in the air
But she never fly coach
She a motherfucking bitch, bitch
Sailor moon got stitched, stitched
Funny how she drips, drips
Slap me on the lips, lips
That's the kind of bitch
I was looking for
And yes I'd get a slap
If I'm looking — OW!
She said, "excuse you
You're not a hell of a guy
You know I really got a thing
For Lucifer's life
And you're so shy
Imma slap you tonight
You're like slicker than the guy
With a gear on his eyes, uh
Yes she did, yes she did
Somebody please tell her who the EFF I is
I am Nicho Mirage
I like that bitch, what?
Slap on the back, and chop my dick up
The point of view of a masochistic boy
<to be continued . . .>