The 3rd Kind - Make Her Say lyrics

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The 3rd Kind - Make Her Say lyrics

[Verse 1: GiLLaTEEN) And I'm so paid, pockets sag like ya Nana That's why I say "CHeeZe", when I smile for the camera Front page? Who Am I? Call a n***a Dracula, hau-all I do is count And I don't lose counts, see the mountains I amount DEUCE DEUCE, I am out!, to the dealer, buy him out Take the Porsche out the garage, put the Beam on time-out If y'all really got bread, why the birds flying South? Holding holes in your pocket, b**h, shut your lying mouth! Next, Dairy Queen play the p**y, tambourine Everything I f** look like Angeline Jolie Holy sh**! Can't slow these grips, so don't hate Yeah a n***a always baked, but I still got cake Cause I'm robbing, n***as calling me Baskin When my tape dropping, n***as calling me asking In the meantime, my neck chillin' up in Aspen Cash bundled up like a f**ing Alaskan, what happened? [Break: Capital STEEZ] I can't help it! Oh, uh, oh, oh, ohh Ahaa, Yo! Good morning Pearl [Verse 2: Capital STEEZ] There's many fish in the sea, but see Steez going crabbing in Next chick hit me up, no doubt I'm smashing it She like my sensual seduction, no braggin' But I leave her on Cloud Nine, and nickname her Anakin Don't got to spit, cause she already know the deal Come over and I teach her something new show or towel No implication but when you feel the sensation Between your legs, you could just set up a time and place now She on top, no it ain't MySpace Her fam's a co*k block, so she always at my place She a fanatic of my crazy prophylactics But she keep it on the low, just incase she get eye raped Good lovin' what you want, I deliver it First round and I'mma leave you speaking gibberish No joking this lady she got me open And her legs haven't been, since the last time she did a split [Break: JaKK the Rhymer] Wa**up! Uh-huh, Yellow Tape The Rhymer Listen I'm a do it like this, yo [Verse 2: JaKK the Rhymer] Plenty guppies in the sea, yeah, that's why I'm fishing with a net JaKK book full of pigeons, bird-call piping it He know the game, live life never wife a chick You know the price that is, in the times we're in? I poker her face, for formal introduction And it's your move, get physical, no need to stimulate discussions I'm a modern day King Midas gold caps When we touchin', lustin', bustin', us in spread sheets Then she said this was a song and threw it back on me I should've paid more attention to her in cla** probably Cause sweetheart, sh**, you's the hottest Now let all of your garments melt off your body And I know that's no way to treat a lady But you gotta understand you's a groupie baby, damn And you rockin' with The Rhymer, so I'mma Sit and recline on this couch and you can find your way down South

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