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Intro : (Milano)Yeah, Milano, Cuban Links, O.C.You know how we do thingsWe always get our wayUngh, never hate when we playKnow what I mean UnghVerse 1:I only think of broads on two occasionsWhen I`m blazin and try to persuade `emTo slide off with slick dialogueWe pop off a bottle of Remi, Milano got plentyPocket of Benji`, swallowin JimmyMami hot already, Poppi been heavyBefore I got signed, before I wore signsWhy the broke niggas swear they only quote dimesOr hold mindsAnd made a law?Forced into immigrant walls?Making high callsLike damn paso`sYa`ll ain`t playa`s you just keep the bench warmMilano run through `em, life Stephon Get you game tight, I`m the exceptionA freak when I get my sex onLick cheeks when the thongs come offWhip cream with cherry Hagen DaazFor starters we take shots with PolaroidsRunnin trizzy, call all my boysWatchin Six get busy with a roll of toysStill keep it low pointStandin a club upMy niggaz wild and drunkAin`t no stoppin usFrom getting lots of love, puffin chocolateOn acid we got the roughShould we locks it up?It ain`t hard to spot usPullin the Expo slow, tellin the hoes to pile upNo wonder on the low, niggas despise usCause we live`asChorus: (Milano)Now when we up in the club we lookin major, hey luvWe pop puffs, cause we paid up, hey luvNow its off to my crib for a night cap, straight upForgot the small talk ma we just wanna lay up(2x)Verse 2: (Cuban Link)Yea, stick the pretty upPoppa stopped by the titty clubsPimpin ain`t easy like the shit I did with ?Willie Stubbs?Really loveMoney, power and respectHoney that fuck for hours in bedSex in the showers the bestCheck out the body bangerThe hottest Pocahontas, she`s probably dangerI`m not a strangerTo the game so I`m throwing change upMy willy fingers trying to figure her outI dig her style, I`ma find out what this chick is aboutFuck the foul chickens, I need a money makin honeyA playboy bunnyThat doesn`t want nuthin from meIts funny how she`s one of a kindFrom front and behind, top of the lineDimepiece, bright as the sunshineMy kinda lady, maybeDrives me crazy, like Miss DaisyThe wake she shakes her aceyMakes me wanna taste her pastryMaybe its the liquor talkingCause I don`t whisper oftenA simple kiss, will have her grab my wrist, and wishin she was closinThis is more than just a portion Of my lifestyle my right browTook her to my crib, and put the lights outChorusVerse 3: (Milano)Ungh, listen maIts only certain onesThat get to slurpin on my tongueWorstened by somehurtin them bunsWorkin it luvShit is worst when I`m numb

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