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Hard times in the city
Is it a bit too explicit if I ask her to lick it
Or rude if I assume the position
Wax on wax off like youâre rinsing off the dishes
Thatâs why I got her wetter than the kitchen
Or is it
I got the candles Iâm just hopin you can stand the heat
Banana peel sandals thatâll compliment your camels feet
Whatchu think of yellow?
Got you feelin slick and mellow
A simple fellow try to switch to red bone
I got the mary rolled, so itâs set in stone
But I would hate to see her climb hills in stilettos
Steezy baby let me kiss up on your neck gold
Straps with no strings attached like Velcro
Heard we getting more buzz than a cell phone
Came for the throne, now Iâm tryna put myself on
Act grown,
Get thrown when the Lâs gone
Got too bent now sheâs blown like an elbow
So tell me how you getting home
So tell me how you getting home
She said itâs on as long as I donât tell the pros
Words keep spreading on like a telephone
So tell me how you getting home
She donât need no drugs, and she donât need no guns
All she needs to do is hit me up
And sheâll be riding dirty
No brakes and no crashin over
Spanish casanova, casting spells with the aroma
Witch doctor got the remedy, shit fucked up her memory
But I remember how she said âmmm lemonyâ
I canât be romantic, I just met ya and I spanked her
Had the dank lit since the banquet, got the henny, now drank it
Straight Cali in my doobie and she hittin on mary, I think she bi curious
Buy furious bags, the root of all evil I want serious cash
Donât laugh, you see where Iâm at, you need a new map
Her completionâs Pocahontas, sheâs in love with the Blanca
Headed to the dirty south but reps beast coast papa
She knows if she donât suck, then we donât fuck
Plus she never says she won't, fuck a love quote
Girl I know I left ya broke
So tell me how you getting home
Just tell me how you getting home
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