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[Intro]: Yo I'm fucked up, yo what was your name again What was it, keysha Shit well it’s nice to meet cha keysha (keysha) You got a nice booty on your back Now can I get in that [Verse one]: Yo, I’m gone off the henny and I feel a lil’looser And if she got a booty then I’ll still fuck maddusa If she was a midet then I’ll put her on a boosta And I make her do some thangs that she really ain’t used ta(yeah) I ain’t at hooters but I love the way her boobs rock Sittin’ back, dick gettin’ longer then a tube sock She squeezin’ on me, clampt on like a vice grip Don’t know ‘bout her face but she got some nice tits My vision fucked up, I’m seein’ double And if I don’y wear a rubba it’ s gon be trouble See ima look in the mirrior and have to face it I never woulda touched your punk ass if I wasn’t wasted [Hook]: 2x It ain’t the face you fuckin’ it’s the fuck that you facin’ Naa I ain’t gotta look at ya head to work wit ya waist Andi ain’t trippin’ off ya lingere or none of your lace and The only reason why I’m fuckin’ is ‘cause bitch I’m wasted [Verse two]: Chea, I'm at the bar drinkin’ some henn I’m talkin’ to a broad and a couple of her friends Told her I ordered up another round of segrams gin We could all get it in, you and a couple of your friends This song came on, I gave her an evil grin ‘cause she know it’s goin’ down as soon as the club end My lord, lil shawty got a fat back I’m tryna get my finga in the puddin’, no snackpack Yea ma I like the way that you work that This weed and this vodka got me feelin’like ima hurt that She know the boy get it in till she satisfied Whisper in my ear ma, tell me what's your panty size I’m in the game while these otha dudes stratigize Grey goose vodka, gotchu doin’ thangs you fantasize [Hook]: 2x It ain’t the face you fuckin’ it’s the fuck that you facin’ Naa I ain’t gotta look at ya head to work wit ya waist Andi ain’t trippin’ off ya lingere or none of your lace and The only reason why I’m fuckin’ is ‘cause bitch I’m wasted [Verse three]: So we slid to the motel 6, we gettin’ busy(bomp bomp) My head fuckin’hurts, and my ass is still dizzy She betta not get in my pockets and start to dippin’ (dippin’) But I don’t even know if I could even tell the difference I shoulda, I shoulda never mixed the clear and brown She lookin’ good from the back but don’t turn around I wonder why I only had an inch of pillow Bitch was bigger then a mothafuckin’ hippo The shit was gross, that’s the reason why I threw up It had nothin’ to do with me drinkin’ that kulah If I, told you what happen then you better not say shit I’ll never fuck around again and find myself wasted [Hook]: 2x It ain’t the face you fuckin’ it’s the fuck that you facin’ Naa I ain’t gotta look at ya head to work wit ya waist Andi ain’t trippin’ off ya lingere or none of your lace and The only reason why I’m fuckin’ is ‘cause bitch I’m wasted
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