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Thinking with My Dick

Juicy J

Stranger Than Fiction

2013

Got money (got money), retarded
Don't want her if it don't clap when she walking (walking)
Ain't too pretty in the face, but she super thick
I'm

fucking wit her
She act like it ain't nothing to her it ain't nothing to me
Long as I don't leave a nut in her
Used to be rebelling til she heard on Hot

stairs
My arm around her shoulder and her messy black hair
But now i feel like this guys chasing after her
Cause i don't wanna be your friend anymore
I

Hymn to Him

Nat King Cole

Nat King Cole Sings My Fair Lady

1964

learn to use her head? 
Why do they do ev'rything their mothers do? 
Why don't they grow up- well, like their father instead? 
Why can't a woman take

at her
Cause her hair stay fly
And her nails stay fly
And her ass oh my
Everybody look who coming
It's a damn walk by
She go coast to coast
And be making

Because three is better than dos
And by dos I mean in Spanish one
Angelina and Rose

So what's happenin baby, what's happenin
My hair long, and her hair did

hours
By the way she is a model of course
Hair all made up and makeup powered up
Walkin on a runway
But she don't know where she goin
Shes just hopin'

see me as a rollercoaster
And she tryna catch a fucking ride
I don’t really like white girls
Ot prefer his chicken seasoned
Raised by an Arab woman

and I are fools here I stand in this land of pass me by again
You jive turkey don’t let her walk through the door 
You jive turkey you let her walk

Going half on couple bottles like we real homies  
You know me and her we can't be chillin
Always in cut mind on a million 
Like we can't get enough

don't do Enough bragging
Y'all forever last I'm forever ever Lasting
And I put that on the flowers in my Casket
Misunderstood like I'm rapping With

Mafia Music

Rick Ross

Mi-Yayo Cash Cartel 2

2009

in the pudding and that baking sodas taking
Paper that I'm making got her taking photos naked
Listening to niggas like whistling at Wendy Williams
I

a fuck 
And leave in her the dust 
And he switch up like the last one 
Try to pull fast one 
But it wouldn't matter 
She loved her kids with a passion 
7

was thrown in the bad publicity
Flashback to the time with my Zac Efron styled-hair
I was held back by this fat-assed bitch who's crying (Wait!)
That

Spend da bag all on you baby
Get her hair and new shoes baby
Everywhere u step swear u the baddest in the room

I just want you for u baby
Look a what we

up, its brains, don't discriminate
Fuckin and suckin, lames and the lavish
She be like, I gotta have this dough on the average
In her early twenties,

fruit
She can't shake her lust, she likes being used
By someone she trusts, by somebody who
Is as hooked on her as she is to you
He don't want her

Me her her and her, grab her by her hair
Naked girls in here, girls touchin on girls
Your lil precious daughter
Got her high as hell make her pop

said I'll show you where they have some nice furniture
Haha for fucking?
I moved on her like a bitch

I don't give a shit if you're offended
If you

Born as a Leo but soft as a lamb
One-quarter Creole with the back of her hand
Washes her hair in the Kryptonite rain
A little invitation could shake

Submerged in this music like a diver
I'm bout to blow up just like a geyser
Her booty so fat to me, like shit I'd like to size her
But hold on, everyday we

grab her
By her blood-soaked hair
And tell her shit's gon' be
Alright on my end
I'm glad it happened this way
Back in my daughter's life again
Ain't it

drake yo flow fake like watches arthritics stop
Movements like stasis like ghetto girls ooh slay sis
Im on her wall like spiders I'm in the streets like

just let her by
Aye, nigga straight up like the letter I
Shake them haters off of me, awfully
I can fuck your girl if she's right
Here and I was across