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Testi-musica-canzoni.it > Testi lettera B > B.I.G. Notorious > Life After Death - Nasty BoyUhh  I go  on and on and on and  
 we'll take um to the crib and let your bone in  
 Easy  call em on the phone and  
 platinum Chanel cologne and  
 I stay  dressed  to impress  
 Spark these bitches interest  
 Sex is all I expect  
 if they watch TV in the Lex  they know  
 They know  quarter past fo'  
 Left the club tipsy  say no mo'  
 except how I'm gettin home  tomorrow  
 Caesar drop you off when he see his P.O.  uhh  
 Back of my mind I hope she swallow (uh-huh)  
 Man, she spilled 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, rubber no doubt  
 Step out, show me what you all about  
 Fingers in your mouth, open up your blouse  
 Pull your G-string down South, 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  
 Then we came home, mad messages was on my phone  
 Bitch named Symone  
 Screamin, she feenin, for the semen  
 Me bein, the man that I am  
 Took her to her condo, pronto  
 Half indian, I called her Tonto  
 Rolled a crom-crom in the dark, pronto  
 Few puffs, eyes got low  
 and off to the bedroom we go *mmmmmm*  
 Sex is drama, head to trauma  
 Rip pajamas I'ma stay to tomorrow  
 Satisfyin all my needs twice  
 With some whipped cream, handcuffs and ice  
 The bitch is nice, word is born  
 Can't wait to put my niggaz on, what, what?  
 Ladies, my Mercedes  
 Hold fo' in the back, two if it's fat  
 Keep a gat, for cats that try to test me  
 They just fans like DeNiro, Wesley  
 Let's see, the bitch I'm waitin on  
 Gaudy years jeans look like they painted on  
 Ask thee, leave it up to me  
 Lay her on back ever so gently  
 She like the way the dope fold up, Rolls roll up  
 Cristal just throw up, bitch grow up  
 Hold up, there's DeGenero  
 Dripped out, iceberg Capero  
 Intro goes without speaking  
 Call me Caese cause I keep em, we can go freakin  
 all weekend, so, roll in  
 Ain't it good that my Lex seats foldin? Uhh
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