Go Go

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I know you gonna kick it) (x2)

(Uh-uh, yeah

I want a remix again

I think I want a remix again

Fuck 'em all day and fuck 'em all night

We don't love these hoes

I want a remix again, I think I want a remix again

Bad Boy, 98)

They know, quarter past four

Left the club tipsy, say no mo' (say no mo)

Except how I'm gettin home, tomorrow (tomorrow)

Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O., uh

Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)

Man She split a drink on my cream Wallows

Reach the gate, hungry just ate

Riffin, she got to be to work by eight

This must mean she ain't tryin to wait

Conversate, sex on the first date I state

"You know what you do to me"

She starts, "Well but I don't usually"

Then I, whipped it out

I go, on and on and on and

Don't take her to the crib and let your bone in uh

Easy, call em on the phone and (x2)

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rubber no doubt (ow)

Step out, show me what you all about (yea)

Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse

Pull your G-string down South, aoowww (aoowww)

Threw that back out, in the parking lot

By a Cherokee and a green drop-top

And I don't stop, until I squirt

Jeans skirt butt-naked it all work

I remember we, went to Tennessee (uh-huh)

Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone

Bitch named Symone

Screamin, she feenin for the semen

Me being the man that I am

Took it to her condo, pronto (uh-huh)

Half Indian, I called her Tonto

Roll the kronk ton in the dark pronto (eh-eh)

Few puffs, I got low

And off to the bedroom we go *hmm*

Sex is drama, head to trauma

Rip pajamas

I go, on and on and on and

Don't take her to the crib and let your bone in uh

Easy, call em on the phone and (x2)

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I know you gonna kick it) (x2)

She like the way the dope fold up, Rolls roll up

Cristal till she throw up, bitch grow up

Hold up, there's De Genera

Dripped out, iceberg Capero

Intro goes without speaking

Call me Cease cause I keep em, we can go freakin

All weekend

Ladies, my Mercedes

Hold fo' in the back, two if it's fat

Keep a gat, cause cats, try to test me

They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley

Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on

Gaudy years teens look like they painted on

I go, on and on and on and

Don't take her to the crib and let your bone in uh

Easy, call em on the phone and (x4)

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I know you gonna kick it) (x2)