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    Wanna take it from the top?

    Lady, you remind me of my raps
    on that Relapse shit
    'Cause you got an ass thick
    as them accents
    Two asscheek implants, call that an asset
    'Cause you could set a glass on it,
    it's massive
    From the first time I saw you,
    I actually said to myself
    "I gotta meet her like a taxi"
    Exactly, love affair in the backseat
    Sorry if I'm being graphic,
    but I'm stiff
    as a statue
    You sat on a shelf,
    I feel like I'm a bust
    Maybe I'm just ahead of myself
    Let me slow down,
    slow your Camaro
    I'm tryna catch up, I'm tryna jump
    your bones to the marrow
    Got me under your control and your spell
    Wanna wrap you up, put you
    in a bow like an arrow
    Grab you by the (meow!)
    hope it's not a problem, in fact
    About the only thing I agree
    on with Donald is that
    So when I put this palm on your cat
    Don't snap, it's supposed to be grabbed
    Why do you think they call it a snatch?
    I just wanna climb in the sack
    I'mma keep it a hundred,
    like my speedometer's at
    I'm watching you rap, I'm the
    dude following back
    About six cars back, I'm in the 'lac
    And I want to (uh)

    All day, all day, all night
    You ask, I stay the night
    With you, you say you're fire
    Me too, you're burning up
    I'm running-

    All day, all night
    You feel, my heat (fire)
    Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat

    Hate to inconvenience you at the
    convenience store
    But them jeans you wore,
    like I've never seen before
    I pretend I work there,
    while I clean the floor
    Checking you out, like the clerk,
    while he rings you up
    Pull up behind you,
    when you're leaving
    And you don't even know it
    (ayo, Rick, man)
    She's brushing her hair,
    adjusting her mirror
    She's rapping my shit,
    but she wasn't aware
    I was there, or maybe she was
    and just didn't care
    Who knows? At least that ain't up in the air
    It's something to see
    But just like a girl
    who thinks her coochie doesn't stink
    If she ain't planning to do
    shit, this summer's eve
    Maybe she wants to keep me company
    But fuck the Pepé Le Pew shit
    "Ain't stepping to you bitch,"
    I say to myself
    Plus she's bumping my music,
    ain't chasing no tail
    Like a skunk in heat
    I could sweat her, to some degree
    But fuck it, I'm the male,
    let her come to me
    Let her come to me,
    male sweater, some degree, fail
    Fuck it, pull up beside her
    Sideswipe her, Dodge Vipe-her
    What is a [?]
    Asked if she wants a computer
    lodged in her vagina
    Said my dick is an apple
    She said, "put it inside her"
    I said-

    All day, all day, all night
    You ask, I stay the night
    With you, you say you're fire
    Me too, you're burning up
    I'm running-

    All day, all night
    You feel, my heat (fire)
    Feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, my heat

    Black out, come to, hands
    covered in blood
    Motherfucking gloves and a shovel
    stuck in the mud
    I just bodied the beat,
    so that hoe must've been dug
    'Cause it just died like "ooh,
    food coloring, duh!"
    So let's get turnt, like a
    shish kebab, twist it, Ma
    Like an air-conditioning knob
    We be great together
    Don't care if it takes forever
    If I gotta wait, I guess it's better
    late than never
    You felt my heat, rubbing off on you
    I love your personality
    Come on, little mama, you're hot
    enough to melt Rick's beat
    Come jump in the water,
    I bet you get your self esteem
    From your persona
    With an ass to match, girl,
    your body is lit
    You're striking, I'm a gas
    Girl, you're just gonna have to
    put the mother chumps on the back burner
    You got buns,
    I got Asperger's
    Just let me rest my head in
    between that set of Ds
    While I shred Mcs
    like cheddar cheese
    That's just the thoroughbred
    in me, ain't a better breed
    My dog thinks so, too,
    look at my pedigree
    Ma, the world is what I think of you
    I think you're divine, so
    I might swing on you
    I'm just kidding girl,
    I wouldn't lift a finger or two
    Unless it's the middle one,
    to finger you

    All day, all day, all night
    You ask, I stay the night
    With you, you say you're fire
    Me too, you're burning up
    I'm running-

    Feel, feel, feel, feel,
    feel, my heat


    On the ones and twos, threes
    and four in (the morning)
    Rick's in the cut like Neosporin (what?)
    He's mixing it up for me and Lauren
    A teddy like short for Theodore
    We're outtie, five thousand
    Who the fuck? It's my big dick
    So everybody get ready right-fucking-now

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