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me meet her in back of Zachary's. Cause she heard I was packin meat. I bagged the freak and hit the tele'. Got the Phillies, lifted her belly. And "Put it in Her Mouth," like Akinyele. Far from
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that belly got her moanin now. And round and round I go. When I come up and down she go. When she cum everybody know. When we cum moneys on the floor baby. That girl she got me the way she movin in place
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. They strip off my clothes and tell me, "Get in my belly!". Stay on the track, hit the ground runnin like Flo-Jo. Sent back in time and I've never lost my mojo. Ladies and gentlemen ahh, boys and girls
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people scared as * like when condoms break. Or how your heart deals with eatin 80 pounds a steak. So put your belly on the plate and watch your weight. You frosted like a flake and Ludacris feels
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. When I need some lubrication, baby!. Kinda like, goes kinda like this. You take her right ankle out. You take her left ankle out. You get her belly propped down. You get her butt propped up. Yeah
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. When I need some lubrication, baby!. Kinda like, goes kinda like this. You take her right ankle out. You take her left ankle out. You get her belly propped down. You get her butt propped up. Yeah
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hype. . Chorus + (different ad libs). . Verse Two. I'm talkin tan lines, belly rings and things. Dj rubbin my thing, makin my head swing. All the honies was schemin. Cause the rocks in my ears
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Product. It’s a hard line when you’re an import. Baby boy, it's hard times. When you ain't sent for. Racists feed the belly of the beast. With they pitchforks, rich chores. Done by the people that get
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'. Licked her down her belly. And kissed her on her back. Stuck my hands betewwn the legs. And I felt the bozack(!). As big as mine (YO!). This bitch must be craze. So I threw my suit on. And I was
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, and still rise. Took alive with live men, my man got three six-to-eighteen's. and only five in, the Belly of the beast. Didn't wanna hear the * I tried to tell him on the streets. It's irrelevant
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what's at stake, I'm screamin', "Free Jeffrey". Connect collect calls right off of the celly. Gave her the blues, not talkin' 'bout belly. Don't keep it sincere, I go Makaveli. I got the juice, now it's
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highest diving board and tossed her down. Sorry coach, its too late to tell me stop. While I drop this bitch face down and watch her belly flop. Chorus. As the World Turns. These are the days of our lives
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good when the hood pseudo-celebrate. Hence why every time we dine we eat until our belly aches. Then go *** the finest wine and drink it like. We know which grape and which region it came from. As