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Cab The Take My Hand

have very nice lips" With my imagination, I could see her suckin' my dick We played the phone game, a week later shit changed fast Had her comin' over in a cab

pounds and homie I can make the heads fly My father told me never hit nobody first But if they hit you son (Yeah), take them to a hearse So throughout my

' in my direction Selection is vexin, I brought protection Suspicious, frisk us,[unverified] has to diss us Scoldin' and holdin' me 'gainst my wishes Searchin' my ride, my body, my

put your hands around my hips Bounce me like a ball, slam me like K-Mart On and off the dick better known for breaking hearts Nigga call a cab I'm finna pack my

takes To stop the funk mutha from freelance jackin Brushes up on yo skills, cause fool I ain't lackin With my hands on my dick, my click is thick so

in labor or mourning Take one look in my eyes, I think you'll all agree Cause misery loves company And that's why everyone loves me I've done every shit job Handed

up, she shows them the hand Turns down every dance saying, "I'm her man" We get a cab back to my place where we get it on I take off my shirt, she strips

Yeah I'm back (yeah I'm back) couldn't hail a cab But that don't mean shawty I won't whup yo' ass Hang him over my head in a torture rack Make his stomach

sun rise up in the club hands on her butt V.I.P. I keep Chris in my cup see my peeps they call state kid it up see that beat my beat state grit it up