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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-gga 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-tch, shut your lying mouth!
next, dairy queen play the p-ssy, tambourine
everything i f-ck look like angeline jolie
holy sh-t!
can’t slow these grips, so don’t hate
yeah a n-gga always baked, but i still got cake
cause i’m robbing, n-ggas calling me baskin
when my tape dropping, n-ggas calling me asking
in the meantime, my neck chillin’ up in aspen
cash bundled up like a f-cking alaskan, what happened?

[break: capital st–z]
i can’t help it!
oh, uh, oh, oh, ohh
ahaa, yo!
good morning world

[verse 2: capital st–z]
there’s many fish in the sea, but see st–z 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 mysp-ce
her fam’s a c-ck 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]
w-ssup!
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’, l-stin’, 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 cl-ss probably
cause sweetheart, sh-t, 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, d-mn
and you rockin’ with the rhymer, so i’mma
sit and recline on this couch and you can find your way down south

- the 3rd kind lyrics

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