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REF:<br />Girl I can tell when you look at me<br />I can tell straight up, baby your hooked on me<br />You can deny or deflect, the shit that I kick<br />But don´t lie to yourself, that shit makes me sick<br /><br />VERS 1<br />I´ve been macking this bitch since the day of introduction<br />Interruptions, are in the way of my seduction<br />The face of this girl, clean cut like a pearl<br />Long, dark hair, with a touch of a curle<br />Perhaps it was ment, or not, I hit the spot<br />Better do this one good, I only got one shot<br />She already got a man, but hey, he ain't me<br />Try to see, the luxury you get with a G<br />It's not easy, when your man beeing greedy<br />Belive me sweety I got enough to feed the needy<br />I take the bat, hit the ball, first base<br />I got a date, wich means we can meet face to face<br />Two-dinner table, crystalen, she´s smilin'<br />Tickets in my pocket to a little greek island<br />Mad cigars smoken, tender stroken<br />Enough tip on the table, make an average man broken<br />I Take her out for a strole by the canal<br />The moon shinen mad, bouncen of on your smile<br />The first date but I hope not the last<br />I take it to the next level, with a blast<br /><br />REF<br /><br />VERS 2<br />Six fucking months since I last heard your voice<br />My boyz be like, "fuck that bitch, she´s no choice"<br />Im adicted, she leaving me out with mad stress<br />God bless, I heard this beep on my phone, SMS<br />"Hi, how you doing, all the week Im in town<br />Got a spot free on Sunday, for us to get down<br />If you like", I think for my self your fucking dyke<br />But Im week in my heart, even weeker in my psyke<br />I reach for my phone, mess her back with a paste<br />And said, "same fucking time at the same fucking place"<br />Sunday, the day for the action, reflection<br />I got my best suit on to get the maximum atraction<br />Sitting by the table, sippin vine by my self<br />I got the best fucking table in this joint for my self<br />Bottle number three, where the fuck could she be<br />I hit her on the cell, drunk as one get to be<br />"Where the fuck you at?, I´ve ben here since nine<br />Drinking three fucking bottles 300 $ vine"<br />"Baby I forgot, please dont be mad<br />I be there in one hour, make it up if your sad"<br />"Forget it", I klicked the phone, and called my boys<br />"Ey yo G, what the fuck is up, what´s the noise"<br />My boy´z like, "we got this fucking gig in my place<br />Hit the car, get your as over here for some blaze"<br />We got bitches in the livingroom, swinging their ass<br />Man fuck that shit, just let it be let it pass<br /><br />REF
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REF:<br />Girl I can tell when you look at me<br />I can tell straight up, baby your hooked on me<br />You can deny or deflect, the shit that I kick<br />But don´t lie to yourself, that shit makes me sick<br /><br />VERS 1<br />I´ve been macking this bitch since the day of introduction<br />Interruptions, are in the way of my seduction<br />The face of this girl, clean cut like a pearl<br />Long, dark hair, with a touch of a curle<br />Perhaps it was ment, or not, I hit the spot<br />Better do this one good, I only got one shot<br />She already got a man, but hey, he ain't me<br />Try to see, the luxury you get with a G<br />It's not easy, when your man beeing greedy<br />Belive me sweety I got enough to feed the needy<br />I take the bat, hit the ball, first base<br />I got a date, wich means we can meet face to face<br />Two-dinner table, crystalen, she´s smilin'<br />Tickets in my pocket to a little greek island<br />Mad cigars smoken, tender stroken<br />Enough tip on the table, make an average man broken<br />I Take her out for a strole by the canal<br />The moon shinen mad, bouncen of on your smile<br />The first date but I hope not the last<br />I take it to the next level, with a blast<br /><br />REF<br /><br />VERS 2<br />Six fucking months since I last heard your voice<br />My boyz be like, "fuck that bitch, she´s no choice"<br />Im adicted, she leaving me out with mad stress<br />God bless, I heard this beep on my phone, SMS<br />"Hi, how you doing, all the week Im in town<br />Got a spot free on Sunday, for us to get down<br />If you like", I think for my self your fucking dyke<br />But Im week in my heart, even weeker in my psyke<br />I reach for my phone, mess her back with a paste<br />And said, "same fucking time at the same fucking place"<br />Sunday, the day for the action, reflection<br />I got my best suit on to get the maximum atraction<br />Sitting by the table, sippin vine by my self<br />I got the best fucking table in this joint for my self<br />Bottle number three, where the fuck could she be<br />I hit her on the cell, drunk as one get to be<br />"Where the fuck you at?, I´ve ben here since nine<br />Drinking three fucking bottles 300 $ vine"<br />"Baby I forgot, please dont be mad<br />I be there in one hour, make it up if your sad"<br />"Forget it", I klicked the phone, and called my boys<br />"Ey yo G, what the fuck is up, what´s the noise"<br />My boy´z like, "we got this fucking gig in my place<br />Hit the car, get your as over here for some blaze"<br />We got bitches in the livingroom, swinging their ass<br />Man fuck that shit, just let it be let it pass<br /><br />REF
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