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Correct Taste Of Pastry Lyrics
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Correct Taste Of Pastry
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Sing! All you gotta do is sing! (Ooo ooo oh) Micheal Jackson.. Who could sing! But he ain't the most masculine fella in the world.. (You're my pretty lady, baby yeah) [Chorus 2x] Baby.. You're my favorite lady You make me go so crazy For that taste of pastry [Verse 1 - Cuban Link] Baby you makin me crazy The way you shake ya waist got me hasty To get face-to-face and jus taste the pastry Lately, you been waitin for that tongue massage A one-on-one under the stars in my summer lodge Pardon ma, but from the start I was guilty as charged We was gods wit no regards jus strictly menage-es-trois At the bar puffin Cuban cigars playin my part As a deeper heart wit the streets smarts to read ya thoughts But its hard cuz ur different, ur far from a pigeon you my princess The vision which got me switchin religions It's tradition, you even hit the kitchens witout bitchin Theres nuttin missin, you perfect like Roger Clemen's picture So ya wish is my command, give you kisses on ya hand Takin trips to foreign lands, can't no competition stand Here's the plan, we can skip to Cancun Now who da man? Catch a tan, while we bangin bodies on the sand, understand [Chorus 2x] [Verse 2 - Triple Seis] Yo it's a dream, ask more why she don't go for beams? Baggin heavy, so she ready for dat loco team Ya man Queens a ho, after-show From the trizz spendin all her dough that's how it goes Don't ya know, profession a true thug Who will eat the choch, beat the choch and leave you wit a new buzz If you cuz my squad is reppin, its hard to check em You makin it hard that's why the god is sweatin Wanna taste you, lace you and embrace you Lemme show you how Triple Seis do A lil tongue lashin, make you c** laughin Pick up ya thong cuz its on in the Bronx fashion Think I'm cute? Wait 'til I finish the chooch So smashable, start gassin you for my ts crew So where my east coast riders at? (what what) So where my west coast riders at? (yeah yeay) [Chorus 2x] [Verse 3 - Prospect] Shorty I'm right here, I be the thug that you lookin for Prospect and you kno I'm baggin it raw Gimme one minute and watch her pants sag to the floor You kno what happened before, in the back of the door Its hard to tell wen we type wildin those Security tapped the door, we on silent mode Musta been too much excitement for us to contain People heard us next door tryin to fuss and get played Mad cuz they wasnt crushin the same, doin it up I'd still c*** back and bust two in the gut They call million-plex shit, had me lovin the sexin Left the room and ya tear usin the Lexus Flags over the shoulders either way I see textures And gestures, got me comin back for extras [Chorus 4x] (Take off yo clothes, meet me in the bathtub, I wanna taste yo lovin)
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