Hold up
So what you’re sayin’ is
You want to get freaky again, a’ight
Ah, ooh, ah, ooh
Oh
Oh...oh...oh...oh...oh...

I’ve been a lot of places, seen a lot of faces
Ah, hell I even fucked with different races
A white dude, his name was John
He had a “Queen Bee Rules” tattoo on his arm
He asked me if I’d be his date for the prom
And he’d buy me a horse, a Porsche and a farm
Dan, my nigga from Down South
He used to like me to spank him and cum in his mouth
And Tony he was Italian
He didn’t give a fuck, that’s what I liked about him
He ate my pussy from dark till the mornin’
Called his girl up and told her we was bonin
Puerto Rican papi used to be a Deacon
But now he be suckin’ me off on the weekend
And this black dude I called King Kong
He had a big ass dick and a hurricane tongue

How many licks does it take till you get
To the center of the (‘Cause I’ve got to know)
How many licks does it take till you get
To the center of the (Tell me)

How many licks does it take till you get
To the center of the (Oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get
To the center of the (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

This verse goes out to my niggas in jail
Beatin’ they dicks to the double XL
Magazine, you like how I look in the aqua green
Get your Vaseline
Roll some weed with some tissue and close your eyes
And imagine your tongue in between my thighs

Baby, open up cell Block 8
Alright, nigga that’s enough

Stop, look and listen, get back to your position
Kim got your dick hard, start fights in the yard
I’m hotter than a Pop Tart fresh out of the toaster
Niggas do anything for a Lil’ Kim poster
Eses, Bloods, Crips, all the thugs up North in the hole
They all wanna know

How many licks does it take till you get
To the center of the (Tell me, huh)
How many licks does it take till you get
To the center of the (Tell me, oh...)

How many licks does it take till you get
To the center of the (Oh, oh, oh)
How many licks does it take till you get
To the center of the (Oh, oh, oh)

If you drivin’ in the street, hold on to your seat
Niggas grab your meat while I ride the beat
And if you see a shiny black Lamborghini fly by you
That’s me the Night Rider
Dressed in all black with the gat in the lap
Lunatics in the street, gotta keep the heat
60 on the bezel, a hundred on the rings
Sittin’ pretty baby with a Cash Money bling
12 a.m., I’m on the way to club
After three bottles I’ll be ready to fuck
Some niggss even put me on their grocery lists
Right next to the whip cream and box of chocolates
Designer pussy, my shit come in flavors
High-class taste, niggas got to spend paper
Lick it right the first time or you gotta do it over
Like it’s rehearsal for a Tootsie commercial

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How many licks does it take till you get
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How many licks does it take till you get
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How many licks does it take till you get
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How many licks does it take till you get
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How many licks does it take till you get
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How many licks does it take till you get
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How many licks does it take till you get
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How many licks does it take till you get
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How many licks does it take till you get
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