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Correct Soft Porn Lyrics
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[Intro] Give it to me with the clothes off You could even take the gold off We don't need no trinkets [?] Abe Lincoln Why do it feel like I take it? What's so hard about the naked truth? I scream about it til I change it, oh And still I wonder am I breaking through at all [Chorus] But hey, but hey we look good (You look good, girl. Do you know you look good? I know I look good, nigga) We a real nice black (The blacker the berry the sweater the juice) Dark chocolate Ain't no more sitting in the back Ain't gotta front, I know what you want I can meet you where you at With the naked truth [Verse 1] Ayy, ayy Talk dirty to me with it too Give me how it takes Give me proof Give a chance to prove that a man improved I'ma say I grew They gon' say I pulled a switcharoo But they is who All that jogging in place is cool But that shit stayed in school for me partly because somebody was brutally honest Pointed out social constructs I foolishly honored I booted the false concepts that diluted the water was trying to be True to the nigga I was claiming to be Now I'm really real Trying to get old like a philly shell Don't nobody want no smoke with me, from spoken words to poetry To polarizing social content posted I got more of the type And it all took a sprite from advice That [?] considered nice That's alright, it helped me take flight I used to fall but the floor is so velvety That we still had the Velveta stacking nice Really flexing or advertising I ain't stressing too hard [Chorus] But hey, but hey we look good (You look good, girl. Do you know you look good? I know I look good, nigga) We a real nice black (The blacker the berry the sweater the juice) Dark chocolate Ain't no more sitting in the back Ain't gotta front, I know what you want I can meet you where you at With the naked truth [Verse 2] I dare you to strip it down It's plenty dollars out here to pay you to keep it on You'll pop your collar as long as you go along and play the roll I'm popping bottles of starch niggas know I can't fold I hope your water is as smart as you claim to be online They call you by your username offline I usually pay no mind I just cannot get used to niggas using that shit to define themselves You'll lose me every time trying to align myself with real niggas You confuse me every time you say you're feeling free Can't see where my ceiling be Think that's why those trapped in boxes can't see where I'm coming from We just ain't there mentally Expose myself to myself What the fuck you running from fam? We can feel your energy The hate gon' always cost you sort of love, it's complementary Wilding for the century, I still can't get that time back Protect the pocket like a lineback Where these niggas draw the line at Don't let me find out they don't draw one at all I spit the naked truth, I'm drawing it raw I speak on it all, not peaking at all No rallies in sight, I rally to fight [Outro] With the naked truth
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