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My Favorite Ladies

Mary, you make me wanna eat you
Everytime i see you like the 1st time i meet you
frameless like a flower, subtle and sweet too
seductive in whatever; it might as well be see-through
like my genie in a bottle
bitch could get me rich, look like a magaziney model
before you know it he have her on the stroll
fresh and right complexion like acapulco gold
if i had to guess just right, not a day older
like a cradle robber copped her off shabba trailer load
know the right number you could get her
and hit it while you with her; sold to the highest bidder
like, fruits and berries; bring daddy news in a hurry
just be cute dont worry, type to make a nigga hallucinate and admit it
then she started loosin' weight lettin' everybody hit it
unlike alley, sometimes she get bitter
always kept me happy neva had a problem wit her
she used to let me use her back when i was looser
respect her unto this day and never did abuse her
i told her i'd be faithful, but she don't believe me
i probly coulda been if i never met evey
she make me feel all fuzzy inside its loco
you wont get nowheres near her if you broke though
kept a shorty mad finer, much thinner
if caught i get mad time just for touchin' her
knock wood, so much for amens
so fly she should be in the sky with diamonds
little young thing, she like to do the tounge thing
at times she would play hard to get fronting or something
she make me feel like the numba one king
run into her now and we still catch a fun fling
met her out in central park thats one side
hard to guard mentally sparked, refelct the sunshine
she said you need to stop messing with that white girl
she fuckin with yo' head and got your heart in a tight curl
we messed around once or twice but she dont know me
she helped me get money and the dunce price O.T.
plus she from colombia so she really spanish
cookie know to make a cat bank account vanish
and ms. hazey older women, mature, black
everytime she see's me i end up gettin' towed back
all she want me to do is blaze it crazy
the only one complaint is that she make me too lazy
sugar mommy laced me with the butter navy havey
just her way to make-up for the headaches that she gave me
its all gravy when im done gettin' my mack on
alley is always there to help me get back on

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