i’m wax’in up that big body; yes i’m bout to ride her
i feel like a billion dollars when i’m up inside her
she float on noth’in but J’s
she smell like purple haze
and when i’m with her i’ve been known to be ghost for days
when them haters see us roll’in they get on they Aid
cause they know to keep her shine’in a brotha gotta stay paid
me and my big body stick together like Krazy Glue and skin
and she just ain’t right unless she got that Supa lean’in in
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