She got me spending all my bread. But don't nobody Wonder
They realize once their eyes hit her thighs Thunder
Caramel skin and a chest SO lovely
She comes around me and I act SO nutty
SO what she's got me on a leach
Behind closed doors where your judgement can't reach
She calls me the law just 'cause I lay it down
Tells me she feels safe just 'cause I'm around
She looks good no matter what -- denim or even kakis
She keep her pants rolled up -- she loves her tat staring at me
So what would I leave for? I'm feeling like I need her
She gets me hot. I'm the cure for her fever
Call me the doctor -- Quincy or Bruce Banner
Her windows tinted darkly, but I got her on my scanner
I take it slow -- well I sip her like a nice drink
The way she moves -- "She's a stripper" yeah you might think
I sink into her like a hot knife
This was fool's paradice trust -- it was not nice
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