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[Intro]
Damn…
Where can I begin from? I don’t know, man…
Maybe if I try this one?
7 Pounds
[Verse 1]
Strawberry smell printin’ on my t-shirt, her small size let her sit on me, then
She be bigger, live her up by put it right in there
Where I sometimes leave my finger imprints, no thinkin’
How could I think if she watchin’ me directly with them eyes without blinkin’?
That’s me and shawty! (Holdin’ us down without care ’bout who’s nosey)
That’s me and shawty! (Feelin’ like we be some lil’ Hov and Beyoncé)
That’s we naughty! (Drunk in love but she still can dance for me)
That’s we sorry, you and your problem indeeds ain’t makin’ us worry
Seems like X.D. did get on his sinnin’ Kendrick shit
Cause even for an angel chick like A.G., aimin’ more of this
Of this teenager cocaine dream, cocaine time with my cocaine girl
Irony resides on that coke is white and is white what that is?
Also this essence of presence of pleasure of lust
Or percent of blessings sent from above
So guesses ain’t guests, no best man, hol’ up
Some smellin’, you guessed it, my letter as a poem
As I said, this is something like pure coke
We children, we whilin’ to business of finish and begin to be adults, now…
[Hook]
Little Moulin Rouge feelin’ (erotism)
No bit of inocence here, then (erotism forbidden for children)
Goodbye to the us children
Feel it, feel me, get it, baby
Little Moulin Rouge feelin’ (erotism)
No bit of inocence here, then (erotism forbidden for children)
Goodbye to the us children (right)
Feel it (uh), feel me (uh), get it (uh), baby (yeah)
[Verse 2]
Fast breathin’, shit must be scary (scary)
I’m fifteen, I don’t want no babies (nah)
All this sex got me ungravitated (damn!)
Maybe that’s why our breath was agitated
Kisses on her lips, bitten are her nips
Her hands Michael Phelps inside of my pants, geez, fingers on my dick
One asleep, this ain’t a dream, this is real, fiction is only
Her body not to blow me, hearts do belong to each
Other, so shut the fuck up peeps, she don’t need to listen y’all spit
Just my song for some nasty ish – so silence, please!
I’m a fuckin’ king
Any motherfucker need his own queen, somebody to fuckin’ feel, trill, with!
[Hook]
Little Moulin Rouge feelin’ (erotism)
No bit of inocence here, then (erotism forbidden for children)
Goodbye to the us children
Feel it, feel me, get it, baby (killed it)
Little Moulin Rouge feelin’ (erotism)
No bit of inocence here, then (erotism forbidden for children)
Goodbye to the us children (right)
Feel it (uh), feel me (uh), get it (uh), baby (yeah)
[Bridge]
So as she my lover, I know she love a boy
And the groovy way a boy does make his Mona holler
Like a movie of horror so she ain’t no Madonna
Shit is prima donna, no question of when it’s goin’ down
[Outro]
(Erotism) ha…
(erotism forbidden for children)
No more children here, ain’t it right?
This one goes for a Justice too
See you later, Nasty (killed it)
Seven (erotism)
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