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Flirt
WC featuring Case We been through SL Coupe, wrist froze like igloo Big Lou, Tony get your sauce swirled Come twisting, Nina whistling that you with your home girls Big bankers, big drinker, I see you sneaking A peak so I know you live these gangsters
Freaky thoughts got me cussing at you Visualizing me in side ya, baby, can we holla? Look at here let's skip the fake conversation and all the waiting My name is Dub, what's crackalatin? Certified rider, all nighter, dipping in the Impala Trying to get you with this anaconda
Be your friendly neighborhood, neighbor with paper Chrome and wood on the Chevy, baby Bust rubbers go deep under covers A freaky mother fucka' we should get to know each other
Come take a ride with me, baby Me and my homey 'bout to blow, flirt I saw you at the light looking bright Banging from your head to your toes, flirt
Can't tell the future, I don't know what tomorrow holds But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little And if it's good, drink a lil' duo, flirt
Ain't no denying, I'm straight buying you in that tight skirt 'Cause baby you got my flirt, shutting all rookies down Stub down Dub Cezzy a.k.a. Pussy Hound Who was snitching, pun any technician Trying to make your head off from multiple positions
Off a yatch and moet I fiend for sex, menage a trois And getting freaky of that ass 'cause I insert it Squirt it wit you on top jerking it Playing mystical like, 'Show me what you working with?'
Running up in it playing dead duck let me put the plug in it Show you how a thug hit it, exchange lines, blazing drinks St. Ides trying to do the damn thing wit you And your girl at the same time, no commitments To make the butt riches, a machine, loving in ma vocabulary, flirt
Come take a ride with me, baby Me and my homey 'bout to blow, flirt I saw you at the light looking bright 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 Banging from your head to your toes, flirt
Can't tell the future, I don't know what tomorrow holds But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little And if it's good, drink a lil' duo, flirt
I got a problem, and it's serious as cancer No matter what you call it, baby, I'm a fuckaholic Trying to get you on the lizo to blow And whistle my melody, part them legs open like the Red Sea
Make you smack, hit it from the back While I'm creeping in the hood blowing on dubs sac As long as your kit-kat gets wet and percolate No matter the color or size, I can't hate
I like the skinny ones, thick one's the whole entry I even think I'm country for fat monkeys like Beyonce Wet lips and as ghetto as vivica Nasty, long tongue known for licking ya
I might trick a little just to keep the litter But tripping as G gon' 'cause we goin' sip I'm mashing to smashing, there's too many asses I can't role past them, I'm getting at them
Come take a ride with me, baby Me and my homey 'bout to blow, flirt I saw you at the light looking bright Banging from your head to your toes, flirt
Can't tell the future, I don't know what tomorrow holds But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little And if it's good, drink a lil' duo, flirt
Come take a ride with me, baby Me and my homey 'bout to blow, flirt I saw you at the light looking bright Banging from your head to your toes, flirt
Can't tell the future, I don't know what tomorrow holds But we can smoke a little chronic, drink a little And if it's good, drink a lil' duo, flirt
Uh, Dub-Cee, Case New millenium shit
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