Uh, uhh uhh, Kel's
Young, M, X, tra, money, let's go
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Girl you know you got a body-adi-adi (do you like it?)
Where you get your little body-adi-adi (do you want it?)
Girl I wanna freak your body-adi-adi (what you want it?)
I just wanna take you home with me
She get it from her momma
You can't tie a sweater over that a**, or hide it in pajamas
We lay back, blowin' ganja
DVD, she make it hard to watch a flat TV, whoa
I crept up behind her
Mami threw it like a quarterback, I caught that like Rice
I call mami Montana, bandana
Tied her hands up, this is gangsta love
Threw on a rap CD, we gangsta f**ed
This ain't R&B smooth, I ain't a R&B dude
Poured a gla** of Army, got mama in the mood
Then she stripped for me like the "Moulin Rouge"
I think I might wife her
Y'know, powder blue Roc-a-Wear suit, white Nike her
Add mami to the cypher
R.O.C. for life cuz, the gang motherf**er
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I make ya hotter than the next b**h, no need
For you to ever sweat the next b**h, with speed
I make the next b**h see the exit, indeed
Gotta know you're ver-ily respected, by me
You get the keys to the Lexus, but no drive
You get your own 2002, she through ridin'
Keep yo' a** tighter than Versace
That's why you gotta watch yo' friends
You gotta watch me, they connivin' sh**
See I just wanna freak your body-adi-adi
I know you don't do this for everybody-adi
But everybody ain't as horny as me
And your body's, callin', me
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Uhh, yeah
Mami shot through the pad with the Mark Jacobs bag
The thick stitched seam and her favorite a** jeans
Y'all know the first date wearers
To make objects bigger than they appear like a rear view mirror
Oh her shoe game is real
She gave 'em the Christian Libountins(?) with the four inch heels
But honestly my favorite type of gear
Is a scrungy for her hair and LaPearla underwear, clear?
Girl I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Do what we came to do
Girl I hear you callin', let's stop stallin'
Baby I want you, yeah
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