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Uh, yeah, check me! I said, I said, yeah I said She said she temporarily will be opposed To what? To a stranger talking up out her clothes Is she talking truthful, I don't know Either way, let's take this party on the road Let's go! We're sipping on what we would like to know It ain't your business, just let me paint the pictures She burning up, while your homie burn the swishers She broken up over guilt, so let me fix her A tick here, a tick there Now she's ready to get hot and heavy But whenever goin heavy Yeah, we're steady going to the telly Put something on the, get something on her belly And after I enter, I get dementia It's not a thing, To what? To tell a chick I forgot her name I know they're saying that it's not a game But when these broads get excited, Let's play! Let's play! Let's play! Let's play! Yeah, let's, let's play! Watch me catch her! She's staring at my crotch like a picture! Waiting for the signal, so she could throw it out She's nasty, staring at my zipper I met her... stroke out But no, she showed me that dug out Dancing like a stripper, She show me that pole, she show me that whole, The kung fu gripper, wow! Damn, I gotta show, I hate, I gotta go She got me coming back for another and back, But I know the role! Simple, we're leaving... But after winter, not a thing To tell the chick I forgot her name! I know they're saying that it's not a game But when these broads get excited, It damn sure feels like it, let's play Let's play! Let's play! Let's play! Let's play!
Writer(s): Byron Simpson, Erik Vincent Stephens Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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