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Fortytwo Fake lyrics

[chorus] Ho upset Mac Dre come through (She told a
nigga to come through) Let me whoop this puss on you
(You can't whoop that puss on me) Ain't no
ho puss worth my life (Ain't no puss worth my life)
I ain't know this ho was shyst (I didn't

on a Thursday at the DMV She was payin' registration I
was tryin' to get an I.D. Didn't trip 'til
she talked intellectual And the way she moved was hella
sexual I threw bait, strictly experimental Dropped my
pencil made it look accidental She bit quick like a big
mouth bass And when she picked up my pencil all I saw was
ass I said what's your name, she said my name's
LaShawn I said excuse my ebonics, but baby you the bomb!
She smiled, told me I was far from ugly Asked me how I
was doin', I said lav lav lovely Looked at my watch,
said my schedule's tight But if you give up the number
I'll call your ass tonight Right She was with it
and gave up the digits And when I called later on she said

is it? She said when I knocked on the door I said it's
young M D, oh you ain't knowin' Stepped inside
and I can tell from a distance She was burning scented
candles and maybe even incence Boy I tell ya she was in the
mood She said I hope your hungry cause I cooked up some
food She lit the fireplace threw on a love ballad
Before the main course we ate shrimps and salad We
talked for a while and drinked Zinfandel She had ass like
ten games of big pin the tail On the donkey Chocolate,
opposite from honkey All I can think about is hittin'

was diggin' your folks, boy I could tell How she
served fat steaks and big lobster tail On the first visit
Everything exquisite The door bell rang she
didn't ask who is it She must've knew dude, cause
she gave some cash He kicked down a twomp sack and a fat
gram of hash We smashed We turn joints to dubees
She eightysixed the music and pull out three movies
Mohogany The Mack Baby Got Back She said,
I'll be right back Roll the rest of that sack I
rolled the weed up Then I kicked my feet up Then two
niggas came in with masks all G'd up The plot thickens
I'm slippin' like a mutherfucka Mopped and
chopped and gettin' treated like a sucka Five minutes
ago I was feelin' fuck great But now I'm gagged
up wrapped in duct tape They choke me Broke me
And dropped me off on the bridge And all I can think
about was killin' that bitch My worst mistake
Fuckin' with a snake How a playa gonna fall for
that Fortytwo Fake? That Fortytwo Fake [chorus to
end]

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