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Esham
What's up honey? Don't mind me askin, but how your as* been?
And fk that chatty nigg*, if he's a has been
I got twenty, cuz I'm good and plenty
To get the dollars, get the d*ck, if you gettin any
You gotta work that p*ssy fast, work that p*ssy slow
It don't matter cuz these girls know I got the phatter dough
Ain't no trick, but I gotta trick d*ck like Hoodini
I want ya fine as* on my d*ck like the genie
Grant my wishes, blow your hugs and kisses in the wind
G-string up ya ass, all I see is p*ssy skin
And nigs don't know about my t*ty bar ho
She be dancin til the break of dawn wit no panties on
Dough, l*ckin her lips, her p*ssy smells on my fingertips
She's ill, I think I fked her wit the dollar bill
For real, her t*ts, look so ferm, I might burn
If I run up in her raw, wit the super sperm
She got a
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Work that p*ssy fast, work that p*ssy slow
Work that muth*fka, outta baller's cash flow
Esham
Something surprise me about your eyes
They make my d*ck rise, and then your as* got me hypnotized
Watch you put dollars up ya p*ssy, ho
They make my d*ck swoll, and you the reason why these roll
Big cash flow, watch your as* ho
p*ssy for days, got nigs, runnin thru a maze
Gotta funny way of lookin at me, know I wanna skeez ya
Then I got the other p*ssy, put it in the freezer
Dollar strapped around you leg, on the rubber band
I know deep down you could never love a move
Only the money, go to get yours, at all cost
p*ssy ain't nothin, but a way to take a lost
I gotta let these hoes know, that I ain't no trick
I'm just a nigg* wit a d*ck, and a mind that's sick
So pull your panties to your knees, cuz I aim to please
I bet that p*ssy get hot, like a hundred degrees, when you
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Esham
I see the way every nigg* is scopin, hopin
He can get a change at your kinda romance
Every nigg* in the house, got one thing on they mind
Seein the back of your head, watchin that as* from behind
Tell me somethin, if you wasn't workin at this club
Would you be lookin at me like you was fkin me
or better yet be duckin me
I don't want anything from you, you don't nothing from me
If this was back in the day, you be fkin for free
I sit and daze and reminisce on how I used to bone her
I told the waitress to rush over another Corona
I give the b*tch a hundred dollars just to dance on my lap
I tell the DJ slow it down, cuz this b*tch is all that
I want the time to go slow, and my dough even slower
I wanna fk ya p*ssy, but I don't even know her
I can't go out like the next man
God d*mn, b*tch, do you know who the fk I am, gotta
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