Try g'ing me, like I don't know how to mack
Aiyo, I knew you was trouble when I first laid eyes on you
Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you
Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes
You cheated yourself but these are the breaks
And it never be the same again, cause of old boy
But oh boy, together we make so much joy
In the sands and oh, what a wet, wee-wee
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Temperature's so hot, the heat just rise with you
Let me ride with you, talk about your mistakes
You cheated yourself but these are the breaks
And it never be the same again, cause of old boy
But oh boy, together we make so much joy
In the sands and oh, what a wet, wee-wee
Ghostface Killa ( Read more... )
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I always know what you mean.
Kind of like when you wrote "I have found, that the older I get, the idea of being more aggressive with people I love, makes me feel happy." ... what you really mean is: you love rough sex and can't wait to give some latina with loose morals a good pounding.
See, you and me... we think as one.
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Everything else is pretty much bang on though.
I found an old picture of you and Kelly the other day, from way back in the flat-face days.
Hah!
Aa!
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