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E-40:
She a flirt, she look like pimp milk come out when she squirt
She don’t believe in wearing panties under her skirt
No bra under her shirt
I like the way she twerk(x5)
She don’t believe in wearing panties under her skirt
This ya one right here, baby, this your motivation
Make your cheeks applaud like a standing ovation
Got my dick hard like incarceration
Let me buy you a drink, intoxication. Hello!
And then squared by this hustler here
Main, main.. give the chick a Chinese name, name
One goal! Play head games
But you want more, more!
Get it real within your world
It’s mackin on Miami
Yeah they call me Earl
I rap and i rhyme but I used to sell that swirl
That white, white, white candycane and Mother of Pearl
Its right, right, right
Chorus:
I said hey lil momma, what’s the deal?
Talk to me, girl I’mma keep it real
I’ve been on you since you walked thru tha door
Now drop it low like there’s money on the floor
Spark Master Tape:
Fuck Robin Hood, we robbin hoods
We move in silence, killas should
We bang hard we been high no chaine mane
Fuck a job man, my CV say I gang bang
Push a foreign whip, I fuck a foreign bitch
Got a foreign couch, bitch I own a foreign house
Pull a foreign clip, I got a foreign clique
Got ya girl at the crib she eat a foreign dick
Pussy like a buffet, laid out like a duvet
Ox’ poppin bunny, wanna fuck and film a movie
She still clappin that ass, make bands wit it
Deep throat no hands witit
Spark beef, you gamblin
She been peepin the steez, bent down on knees
Taught the bitch to go deep, its that money shot ho cheese
All it
All it takes is a turbo for me to steal a porsche
I’m in the kitchen and the shit look like the steams on
I like the way she twerk(x5)
She don’t believe in wearing panties under her skirt
[Chorus]
Dat Nigga Nug:
Bitch drop that ass down to the pavement
Like you shaking it for Satan
Make money, make money money oh!
Tell your homegirl with the big 'ol butt
Stop fronting, get the pussy out ho
It’s just me and the Spark Master
Dropping out of spaceballs out of NASA
Coming through fresher than your pastor
I mean cooler than Alaska. (ya like it?)
We be sitting way high above the ground
Blowing on piff I ain’t coming down
I used to move mils [?] like amigos
And then I got bricks bitch I need blow[?]
Rolling on shorty like
Wassup on my 40 I
Got a couple dollars
I heard bandz a make her dance bitch
Bring a couple friends and
Get some of this bread cause it’s
Paper Platoon, we the goons and we in
Female voice:
Why do you always grab your crotch?
(giggle)
Spark Master Tape:
Platoon, we blow loud
In the club shit about to go down
Paper Goons, we rollin out
In the car, blow they fucking brain out
(repeats with twerk repeat)
Now I ain’t never been a pussy motherfucker shit is simple
Smile in the ocean, catch a bullet to ya dimple
And two two your temple
Force is instrumental
Fuck a partner in crime my whole gang down to die for mine
I been that killa gorilla
Bumpin Pac and J dilla
Fuck around and
Turn your squad to the ending of Thriller
I been a graveyard goon gang bangalangin hangin
With my squad and my people yea
Nug thats my people bruh
For goons better misery and pain now we rising to the top like a burning flag
We burning flags
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