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letra de the vanguard/mono-poly game - ashonte "dolo" lee

good lord thighs got me testifyin’ mama mia let’s just go to church
wrist or the waist just show me the work i’ma whip it good… indiana
keepin up wit this jones i get no sleep
up early pacin’ like the last day
ya birds be hatin f-ck ya fans, friends, ex man, suitors and ya ig
out c’here shining like the prom queen i wanna netflix and chill wit nefertiti
sheeba she be out here rulin’ n-ggas
bilquis i can build wit
you half demon ‘tween the bed sheets
in the street ain’t no angel i like that swing
miss my face and i shoot right back
i got no hands in this match-up
king sh-t
queen b-tches s’posed humble n-ggas had to hit u wit that ice cold old school sh-t
can’t approach u wit that mumble
figga i can fix u dinner then a n-gga tap dance on the p-ssy
scratchin bitin hot d-mn sookey-sookey
push a n-gga to the end got that p-ssy sangin’ figaro
righteous mind and a wifey mental
meet my wisdom u got side potential
play my best d when we run the zone
nessuna preoccupation
bout these other n-ggas i got other n-ggas
arab homies i got russian n-ggas
violate u and i give a word to the bird they gon’ go on ‘head and rush a n-gga…
mi corazon, alicia- i ain’t got that i ain’t got jack…

u home alone i’ma fold clothes like i’m j. cole sh-t

lift u up til u see the clouds
give u sum’n soft that u can land on
aphroditic diety u need a piece of me then girl just call me when ya man gone
ya d-mn strong
cook good
n-gga act like he got better thangs
he done lost sight
i found a vision
me and you
in some new positions
break me of a lil you-know
tell that n-gga “vaffonculo!”
give that deadbeat the walking papers take it to the garden wash ya feet
ain’t no fetish my word u can walk on
water still
stop me if i go too deep
i’ll complete ya mama
so bring the drama
hang it in the closet girl let’s go to sleep

my dreamin’ eyes only see the real
and that voodoo you do tell me how it feel
sh-t, d-mn, great day in the motherf-ckin’ mornin’ lady hit me one mo ‘gen
u done let me in the door i’m bout to slide up in that brown sugar like some chicken grease
left to right and up and down ’til it’s done son get me of the leash
now we cruisin’ higher don’t betray my heart i’d die 1000 deaths like u done worked the root
and i done put it on the line boo
in another life, you’d be mine too
and if that make me a pig then gimme swine flu coz i’ma hog u fall thru wit the mask off
if it’s really love yeah, just gimme the look boo and it’s all u

- ashonte dolo lee

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