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BeyonceDangerously In Love
Track : Hip hop star

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Intro (Big boi)

Slowly as sir luscious step up like a q-dawg

A-town's up, deuces down it's the new call

And you can dial 1-888-cut-something

I'm your kinky operator when you wanna f--- something

Ain't no dial tones just milestones, of pleasure to reach

To each his own, I'm a stone cold Aquarian freak

Humanitarian, barbarian but under the sheets

It's the player from the point

And your girl from the d


Are you infatuated with me

I could end your curiosity

If you don't think I'm too rude

Here's your chance to make your move


I sit and wait for nobody

People say that my style is so crazy

I think you like it baby

Do you want to get nasty

I dare you to undress me


Baby, let me know if you wanna roll

With this hip hop star

Bad boots on pants down low ima

I'm a hip hop star

Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this

Hip hop star

I'm a rock star


Do I blow you away?

Do I stimulate your mind

Would you taste my love if i gave you time

I have not to waste with you

I guess you can say

My style is so crazy

I think you like it baby

Do you want to get messy

I dare you to undress me


Baby, let me know if you wanna roll

With this hip hop star

Baby I'm gone flow with my pants down low

I'm a hip hop star

Baby let me know if you wanna ride with this

Hip hop star

I'm a rock star


Undress me undress me

You can come

Come baby, undress me


Take off that
tank top
and pull off them drawers

The girls all pause, got them drippin down they sugar walls

Aw naw! getting to the nappy root

Knocking boots and stilettos, damn I keep it ghetto!

A cool type of fellow, mellow got the gold medal

Never settle for less my rose petal

Tooey, tooey, tooey, tooey! spit game!

Venom to get it up in ‘em, let me "p" pop that thang

First check her brain to see if she's sane,

Deranged or strange or crazy as hell

You never can tell these days

Everybody got a little Rick James in they veins man!









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