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By coujeaux Date: 2002 Nov 10 Comment on this Work [[2002.11.10.11.13.2232]] |
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Don't you start me talkin'; I ain't done chewin' on dis, Bitin' bullets t'ease the sting o' that backhanded kiss, Tell me mama, do gentleman callers knock on the door? Or do they even bother, jus' take you four on the floor? Sore down below, pain above my neck, now wipe yo' mouth, Your twenty-four beat my forty-eight when you down South. Now wiggle on some more, baby, showin' 'em all yo' stuff, 'Cause Lord only know yo' peep shows didn't expose enough. Clap yo' hands sayin' open sesame, man so easy it's scary, I stan' corrected by fact any ol' Tom be Dickin' yo' hairy. Word get around quick you the favorite of ramblin' men, 'Cause you like Kelly girl, positions open, inquire within. Boy wanna piece of dat action, sure don't take much at all, She keep her rates down by advertisin' on a bathroom wall. Guess she gots her place, sorta like dogs down by yo' feet, But she gonna play dead when you roll over you ain't sweet. One thing you gotta know is how true she is to a neon sign, Take one hundred dollar to love her, I got but ninety-nine. |