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My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she could My, my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that yo' chick wish she
So Im just sitting in this rehab class trying to get myself unhooked on ass so then my teacher asked me a question like Ludacris are you over there sexting
Welcome to my sex room Welcome to my sex room Welcome to my little sanctuary You've been lookin' so good all day And you really got a nigga Pretty anxious
If men sleep around we some players but for women They be sayin', "Hey, ho!", they be sayin', "Hey, ho!" They be sayin', "Hey, ho!", they be sayin', "
Yeah, damn right, nigger Okay, when girls be out with me You know how, how long How long I could go for I tell 'em like this, nigger I do it all night
[Chorus] My chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick wish she could My-my chick bad, my chick hood My chick do stuff that your chick
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A triumph of tragedy And all it claims from me As those years recede While lies are all I see Missed steps and misgivings Driven by frailty What you
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Our battles are repetious if not broken poetry and maybe that's the attraction that you're as self-absorbed as me You jumped to the conclusion and
The snake and the deers, corroding on the tree of the world. It`s your symbol of cosmos, axis-mundi. The downfall of the powers, representation unparalleled
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I had a headache when I woke up this morning And a picture of you beside my head And I drank 'till two And I fell lying on the floor The whiskey won the
You thought we'd be fine All these years gone by, now, you're askin' me to listen Well, then tell me 'bout everything No lies, we're losin' time 'Cause
Check this out,check this out, RAP This guy's a choke artist Ya catch a bad one Your better off shootin yourself With Papa Doc's handgun Climbin up this