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who?\nFresh out the shower, let me smell your hair\nGarnier Fructis got my knees weak, let's cuddle in these sheets\nLet me hold you for a moment, it feels right, don't it?\nFrom a lost child to a woman\nEye contact and soft kisses, strong grip, she want a gangsta, on crip\n\n(Strolling in the party)\nCause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me\nJust tryna give it to ya\n(Walking in the dark)\nA groovy nigga that's way too G\n(Tryna tell you baby!)\n\nA 5'3\" stallion\nDaddy was from Harlem, her momma was Italian\nI don't see the challenge\nOf having two girls, you just gotta keep the balance\nI told her light that candle\nI heard you do yoga, I'm tryna see examples\nYour ass is like a handle\nSee us on the front page, that'll be a scandal\nTake off this red shirt, then my flannel\nI need some head first, then I'mma fuck you in them sandals\nHit the coochie like a dime sack\nAin't those Gucci, didn't I buy that?\nClose your eyes, go and try that\nYou only live once and I know I 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wet\nThirsty, is the liquor store open yet\nI need some Moet to pour it on yo ass like a paint\nBack shots leave the pussy shaking, this my open invitation\nIn the morning, make my toast with fresh orange juice and turkey bacon, bitch\nDom Kennedy\n\nUnderground Royal\nFlow over they heads, air duct\nUpper crust, toast bread\nTalk of the town, thinking you know everything 'bout\nA nigga cause them bitches talk loud in them beauty shop\nGossip before your man came get ya\nYouTube clips can't show it all\nCome and get down if you really wan' get up, baby doll\nAin't nobody 'round to judge, go on\nGet if off your chest, vent, come up out that dress, bitch\nShe ain't take offense\nProceeded to take hits of the pregame twist, smoke out, smash\nGrub a little bit, pass out, post-game events\nToo high to find the remote, fell asleep to a infomercial\nWoke up in her mouth, reruns of Full House, followed by some Urkel\nOG my strain, rarely do I blaze purple\nSome of them growers be in a rush 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end_ms: 267930\n- text: ''\n  start_ms: 267930\nplain: |-\n  Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me\n  You need a gangsta baby, just tryna give it to ya\n  (Walking in the dark)\n  A groovy nigga that's way too G\n  (Tryna tell you baby!)\n\n  He might say cuz but he ain't fucking with cuz\n  Yea I'm Q, but you can call me Quincy\n  If you want or whatever baby, it's all love\n  Fuck all that rapping, let me talk to you\n  Book you a ticket, so we can kick it\n  Make an escape somewhere we'll be safe\n  Close your purse, I got my Visa on me\n  Pick out whatever, it ain't shit but money, turn you to my honey\n  Take off my Salvatore, wipe your nose for ya\n  Climb a mountain in the snow for ya\n  You see these dummies always cut you lose\n  But so much that a G can do, hit the weed, have a drink or two\n  I pay attention, I can listen too, you say he fucking who?\n  Fresh out the shower, let me smell your hair\n  Garnier Fructis got my knees weak, let's cuddle in these sheets\n  Let me hold you for a moment, it feels right, don't it?\n  From a lost child to a woman\n  Eye contact and soft kisses, strong grip, she want a gangsta, on crip\n\n  (Strolling in the party)\n  Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me\n  Just tryna give it to ya\n  (Walking in the dark)\n  A groovy nigga that's way too G\n  (Tryna tell you baby!)\n\n  A 5'3\" stallion\n  Daddy was from Harlem, her momma was Italian\n  I don't see the challenge\n  Of having two girls, you just gotta keep the balance\n  I told her light that candle\n  I heard you do yoga, I'm tryna see examples\n  Your ass is like a handle\n  See us on the front page, that'll be a scandal\n  Take off this red shirt, then my flannel\n  I need some head first, then I'mma fuck you in them sandals\n  Hit the coochie like a dime sack\n  Ain't those Gucci, didn't I buy that?\n  Close your eyes, go and try that\n  You only live once and I know I got you soaking wet\n  Thirsty, is the liquor store open yet\n  I need some Moet to pour it on yo ass like a paint\n  Back shots leave the pussy shaking, this my open invitation\n  In the morning, make my toast with fresh orange juice and turkey bacon, bitch\n  Dom Kennedy\n\n  (Strolling in the party)\n  Cause you never met or seen a nigga quite like me\n  Just tryna give it to ya\n  (Walking in the dark)\n  A groovy nigga that's way too G\n  (Tryna tell you baby!)\n\n  Underground Royal\n  Flow over they heads, air duct\n  Upper crust, toast bread\n  Talk of the town, thinking you know everything 'bout\n  A nigga cause them bitches talk loud in them beauty shop\n  Gossip before your man came get ya\n  YouTube clips can't show it all\n  Come and get down if you really wan' get up, baby doll\n  Ain't nobody 'round to judge, go on\n  Get if off your chest, vent, come up out that dress, bitch\n  She ain't take offense\n  Proceeded to take hits of the pregame twist, smoke out, smash\n  Grub a little bit, pass out, post-game events\n  Too high to find 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