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Pressure pressure Hands down by your feet legs all on the dresser Legs on the dresser baby No time for a game with a lame that's stressful Them niggaz stressful You gon fuck around and make a nigga hit you with that pressure, bitch you better Ouu whee that Ouu whee that Chorus: As I keep in touch with your feminine side mmm yeah that'll do nicely Acronym for Coors Light Ice T Spicy and smooth as moon mist oooh let's come again soon miss Gonna meet her downtown by a streetlight She's a ten and I'm going six to midnight What's not to like? Cause I got a thing for female ladies And you fit the bill like a duck costume I wanna take Stuff off you Always down to get Romantical We can take our time so tantrical Animal swerving the verse Nurse your curves while I Burgle your purse Oh…Jiminy cricket What do I do with these Fidgety digits You got a place for them to hide? Jamar Major Lately I been caught up in these streets Juggin but I'm feenin' for you right now Baby I've been hardly getting sleep Need you bad you ought to spend the night now I know it's been awhile I ain't see you in a minute You only say love me Only mean when we kissing Model in my shirt I let you keep it when we finish Let you drive the foreign even keep it for a minute ohh lawd Yea that's my baby We be spending Benz homie that's Mercedes We be spending Ben homie that's them franklins we be goin in and the sex amazing put on that lil outfit that drive me crazy know I gotta leave bae but I'm persuaded Running through my mind I been contemplating when I get you on my side Ima confiscate it You got that PreHook: Hey girl, have you read your email lately?