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    Lil Wayne

    Thinking To Myself

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    Добавлена 22 июня 2012 пользователем N1

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    Young money, young, young, young, young money, young mula baby
    [Chourus]
    And I can smell her looking at I
    She recognize real I dont wear no disguise
    And I can see it in her eyes
    She fucking me wit her eyes
    She fucking me wit her eyes
    She fucking me wit her eyes
    She fucking me wit her eyes, yeah.
    [Lil Wayne]
    Gazing out the window of somethin foreign
    Thinking to myself-self, self
    How come getting money neva gets boring
    How come getting money neva gets boring
    Baby I got a stack now whatcha gon do for it
    Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus
    Shawty I got a stack now whatcha gone do for it
    Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus
    Girl I am hotter than poppa bears porridge
    Baby can I put ma private parts in ya storage
    I can treat ya flower like a muthafuckin florist
    Shawty we can kick it like ma name Chuck Norris
    Haha, yeah
    [Chourus]
    [Kidd Kidd]
    Her chanel frames are like X-rays
    She see us out the club and into the bed
    She picture me in her head and her givin' head
    Handcuffs and whips ima sex slave
    No wraps on ma back, rah, whatcha name?
    I yell kunta rah kunta kinte
    With one foot off i still try to escape but who can I run to like escape
    I guess I got some attention to pay
    The girl blazin like a doughnut on a early sunday
    And I could be the chocolate on top of her sundae
    She lookin at me like a fat bitch infront of entree
    [Chourus]
    [Mack Mane]
    You see she wreckless eye baller feelin a nigga swagga
    If looks was fuckin no telling how many kids we done had
    Got me feelin like Missy, cause she all in my grill
    And be face off the peel time to give her that whip a peel
    Betcha I can get her home, 4 shots of patron
    And then I know its on tell my niggas look im gone
    Ma you grown so dont worry bout your girls tryna criticize
    One night with Mack & babygirl you'll be dick-notized
    Fatten up your hips and thighs
    Help that ass bout out
    And on the next song tell her give ma dick a shout out
    See she could be ma sockee
    And I could be her plug
    Or she could be ma fiend and I could be her drug
    No disguise
    [Chorus]
    [Nicki Minaj]
    All i do is ice grill em
    Then he get hard again
    He know my pussy stay warmer than a cardigan
    Slippery, slimey, excuse me dont mind me
    Say its too fat for me to be this tiny
    Im sucha mainiac, lemme get some brainiac
    You know that special head, like Im in special ed
    Got me givin you these nasty looks
    Stick me up with the uh, thats the nasty jooks
    Now, i get him rocker than a caveman
    I deep deep I deep throat it till it cave in
    uh, you know you like that
    now putcha putcha ring on
    where ya wife at?
    The Mistress
    [Chourus]
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