More Junk

(album: Loaded - 2012)

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More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
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More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
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More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
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More more junk in the trunk than a Honda
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Bitch was thick
36 in the hips
With teardrop tits
And some dick-sucking party lips
Pardon me miss
Is this seat taken?
I've been watching from across the room
You shaking
For Christ's sake, with a face like that
How's your daddy ever hold you back
I got the big white Caddy
And it's parked in your lot
I'mma drive you around and around the bock
Lock the doors
Sit back, recline
And tell the Ave
What's on your mind
It starts between the legs
And crawls up your spine
Make that kitty
Turn from a cat into a lion

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I leaned in for a kiss
And she couldn't resist
Dropped the keys in her hand
She grabbed a hold of my dick
Bitch was swift
With the kung-fu grip
Little Miss Ticklish
Licorice stick
Took a trip with the tip of my tongue
From her lips to her tits round her belly button
Now baby talk, tell me something
Ever met a man so damn handsome?
Started laughing at my own jokes
Tickle in the tonsils
Bitch damn near choked
Picking up speed
I wickered off my seed
Oh please, don't stop
Oh please, oh please

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Time to split
Find a way out this bitch
With a goodbye kiss
And some fake digits
I take it slow until it's time to roll
And never looked back out the rear window, yo
Now they want to call me a criminal
Because I got a chemical ritual
Yo bitch, ain't this your stop?
Because now here come another mama, oh God

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