4th Floor Freaks Songtext

Repeated: your shape be

[opio]
I got my eyes on you
Visors cool
Ass be vast its private school
Imagination pornographic
Memory is photographic why dont you
Turn around
Bend over so I can snag ya
Polariods
Its your camera
Yous a freak
That dont matter
You can be yourself as ya
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Spread em hold em squeeze em lick em
Heart rate quicken
Salami stiffen
Never caught me slippin
I get all up in em bras
Im rippin all these girls are gettin tossed
Gettin lost
In a frenzy its all flimsy [-ex on remy? ]
Genuinely melo-drab
Killer crabs
Recipe for mischief
When I hit it
Standin up in the doorway
Skip the foreplay
Fuck what the landlord say
Im straight shake rattle rollin you controllin your shake.

[a-plus]
If it was up to plus
Every girl would be voluptuous
With some d double cups
Yeah them double cups they wonderful
Say baby wont you take me to your bungalo on the under though
We dont want no one to know how the slumber go
I got a blunt to blow
If you dont smoke then Ill take it facial
Angels done up and blessed you
Baby you somethin special
Let me undress you
Baby go in your thong
Make me gain some extra weight cuz somethin growin is long for ya
& if your nasty I might even write a song for ya
& all the while Im thinkin in my head its on nigga
Girl you so pretty & you got them tig old bitties I know
You fin a hit me when we rippin in your city aint ya

Repeated: your shape be

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