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les play Quarters..

Hey Love..  
 
na na..  
i see u sippin on dim Lemon drops..  
 
le le..  
les play game that i learned in camp..  
 
u u..  
place a quarter on the bridge of ur nose..  
 
th th..  
u try to bounce it in the drink down below..  
 
u u..  
may have played this game a time or two before..  
 
bu bu..  
les take dis to my place and play with our clothes..  
 
ye ye..  
it may be corny but i aint got time to be beatin on bushes..  
 
is is..  
u wit dis if not lemme know so i can keep it movin..  
 
i i..  
not tryin to be rude. imma hell of a dude. its jus this club is too packed  
 
i i..  
was thinkin u can bring yo friend i got my freind maybe them two can get along..  
 
a a..  
its doesn't matta much. plan on haven u drunk imma wizard with a quarter on da bridge of my nose  
 
u u..  
gon lose dim Prada shoes dim panty-hoes and yo whole sense of ri and wrong  
 
da da..  
damn mama u frisky. im da one on whiskey. i should be tearing all of ur clothes off.  
 
fa fa..  
fuck da game. da shit is lame. u hella wet. lets check ur depth and see how deep i get before u holla fa young Peppz to stopppppppppp....  
 
 
8^/ dis be our LoversLane....
Written by RedHot_Peppers
Published | Edited 30th Sep 2011
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