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Ghostface Killah Supreme Clientele Child's Play [Ghostface Killah] Pretty little Sally sat up by the tree trunk White miniskirt with a Betty Boom bum She had a ass like Deborah Cox, face like Lauryn Waist like a Coke bottles scoring Pretty young thing loved the swings And times she got my ding-a-ling hard When she said push hard, she kept vaseline Open as she swung back, couldn't help her dress blue back Now held accountable right for my actions Right before the Wallabee Champ was rockin wallows Drawin crads, sent her rap message through a bottle Lines from Dolomite, few tips from Goines Birthday, gave her two 50 cent coins Puppy love, gorgeous face, amazed by lip gloss Cherry cent, when the princess spoked yo it bounched off Mole like Marilyn Monroe, threw a rose in her mouth Wherever God go will be Mrs. Coke Girl's so pretty, kids with little niddys Hope the years go slow, slow Surrounded by intelligence, life through education Healthy minds will grow, grow Catch me on a bus-stop, dustin, cursin out The cops are still coming, vibe with me Everybody's talking about Wu-Tang fronting But you still telling lies to me Beautiful in lightshows, having no intentions on love But having strung eyes of oppose, here we go It's not the way she bubbed the gum, shooked her ass I'm not the one, double dus, waiting for the bus The faggot Nore son, now year later Lady 7th floor, building 7-80 Fancy fox, booties for her socks, nothing else can change me Young Nefertiti, knowledge seed with no jewelry on Tahitian fresh berry tree, she's a capricorn I really liked the girl, had dreams about her Thinking to myself some nights she got ("powered") But hating, was Shinene and Grace and Key-lolo Trick bitches jumped my boo at the school a few years ago Hit me, you hit me, Grace got the last hit Eh yo, the bitches started swinging and shit So I jumped in Those were the days, made faces in school plays Paper trays, city wide test, made half a days Shooting puppy water, might hump the pillow, dick a inch taller Stapleton bum nigga, I'll pop her cherry for her Fresh air fun, here's dunn, alphabets, berets Jellies, bubble yum, soda tongue, too young to cum Then engage him with them candy rings Eh yo, I hit that shit, got jealous when she kissed Rob I broked her chicko's sticks [Outro: Ghostface Killah] Guys and girls, y'all remember those days, and shit Girls walk around in school, one ponytail with the beret Next looking like baby powder, youknowhatImean? Those were the days right there Boston baked beans, girls come to school with mad candy YouknowhatImean? You'd just come in school for half days, and all that Just to see that little girl right there, ? to this Go home and think about it, youknowhatImean? May hump the bed sometimes on her, youknowhatImean? Word, those days man, those, those were the good old days right there G That shit was fun, lunchroom, see in the lunchroom, youknowhatImean? Might get a little, go to the G.O. Store or something, youknowhatImean? Word, buy a little chocolate, a little shake or something, youknowhatImean? A little buttercrunch joints or something, youknowhatImean? That's that real shit, G I miss those shits, man I wanna go back to school, man That's my word, man For real y'all, those were, those were the... goddamn y'all, you remember... |
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