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Thinking To Myself Lyrics - Artist : Young Money
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[Chorus:]
And I can smell her looking at I
She recognize real I don't wear no disguise
And I can see it in her eyes
She fucking me with her eyes
She fucking me with her eyes
She fucking me with her eyes
She fucking me with her eyes, yeah.

[Lil Wayne:]
Gazing out the window of somethin foreign
Thinking to myself-self
How come getting money neva gets boring
How come getting money neva gets boring
Baby I got a stack now whatcha gon do for it
Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus
Shawty I got a stack now whatcha gone do for it
Can you bring it back like a muthafuckin chorus
Girl I am hotter than poppa bears pourage
Baby can I put ma private parts in ya storage
I can treat ya flower like a muthafuckin florist
Shawty we can kick it like ma name Chuck Norris
Haha, yeah

[Chorus]

[Kidd Kidd:]
Her chanel frames are like X-rays
She see us out the club and into the bed
She picture me in her head and her givin' head
Handcuffs and whips I'm a sex slave
No wraps on ma back, rah, whatcha name?
I yell kunta rah kunta kinte
With one foot off I still try to escape but who can I run to like escape
I guess I got some attention to pay
The girl blazin like a doughnut on a early sunday
And I could be the chocolate on top of her sundae
She lookin at me like a fat bitch infront of entree

[Chorus]

[Mack Mane:]
You see she wreckless eye baller feelin a nigga swagga
If looks was fuckin no telling how many kids we done had
Got me feelin like Missy, cause she all in my grill
And be face off the peel time to give her that whip a peel
Betcha I can get her home, 4 shots of patron
And then I know it's on tell my niggas look I'm gone
Ma you grown so don't worry bout your girls tryna criticize
One night with Mack

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