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Anything you need, swipe the Visa
You're too cold like you comin out the freezer,
Damn girl, I swear you're picture perfect,
I hope you like it when I call you Mona Lisa,
Lisa, You my Mona Lisa,
Lisa, You my Mona Lisa,
I hope you like it when I call you Mona Lisa
Damn, if being sexy was a sport, you'd be my MVP,
You aint ever on the injury report, cause you always down to play with me,
And when you on the court, you leave these other bitches ankles broken,
Fuck they even playin for? Every single shot you take is open,
I guess they just fightin for second place,
Cause aint no body finer, no girl's got a better face,
I remember I was fiendin just to get a taste,
First time we fucked, hit every surface in her place,
And afterwards, she was beggin me for more,
But the only surface left was the floor,
So I put her down, on the ground, floor below heard the sound, of me pound, you a dog, Im a hound,
Now she textin me askin when Ima be back in her town,
Im like don't trip, Ill be back around
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And every girl moan like Lisa,
Groan like Teresa,
But you the only one I'm constantly wantin a piece of,
I might fly out to see you,
Catch you then release ya,
You won;t forget me unless you go and catch amnesia,
Shit, it's like the bed havin a seizure,
You ask me you or money honey I'ma tell you neither,
I'm in it for the music, until my ass a geezer,
I aint pickin and choosin cause I hate usin tweezers,
And when it come to the dimes, she like 40 cents,
Yea she Marilyn Monroe, only more intense,
And she don't ever fuck with ordinary dudes so you can try but she gon probably leave you hangin like an ornament,
Pussy nothin close to average,
So when I get her undressed I'ma treat her like a savage,
Yea we both come with baggage but we both know how to leave it at the door, when she done she leave her panties on the floor
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