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Basic I got a bitch with me, she got a with her And I ain't talkin' no basic bitch Beyonc, front on Who you trying to front on? And on? You just a basic bitch, she got a Louie [?], fake booty So she a basic At the club all weekend, she trying to get But all I got is this dick for a basic
2:] So knock it off with your You give head to any riding with his top off You the type I'd knock off, forget I met you you on Twitter, never BBM or text you Lookin' for the you, I just wanted to sex you Hit you on the D-Low, I'm Cee-Lo, F You Cause everytime I'm up in the club for hoes Everything look good off a couple bottles of Down low your swag, stuntin' off of your toes And paintin' a mental picture of you without all your Have you ever fucked a in the back on a rose? With Amber Rose? I talking 'bout no
3] I can tell by your avatar, you never had Your friends can't go, you can't go, you have a car But weave hanging down to your ass Bitch ain't from Dallas, but she rooting for the You a ho fo sho' You up in every takin' off your clothes I thought I told you that you get far forgets, [?] child's mad at how Honda Accord is 2012 Range, now how times change You never get a ring, LeBron James Cause I got all the game, used to Daddy the King Gettin' money with my lil'