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Ohh my God...
Baby you done took this... to another level!
Now a neighbourhood nigga like me ain't supposed to be gettin no pussy like this
Damn, damn!, who thought you how to get sexy
(Ceezy taught me)
You never use to talk dirty, but now you damn disgusting. My, my God, where'd you learn that?
(Ceezy taught me)
Look at you... naked... with them... Jimmy Choo's off. Who thought you how to put some... Jimmy Choo's on?
(Ceezy taught me)
Yo, you took your game up a whole 'nother level, this is some Cirque 'u Soleil now!
You done went all porno on it, k. And I, and I love it... And I thank you, I thank you, my dick thanks you!
How did you learn, how... how did your game come up?
(Ceezy taught me)
I was... parts of your pussy I never... before. I was in there like, oo, I never been here before. I've never even seen this part of town before.
It's like you got this... re-upholstered or something. What the fuck happened?
Who, who the fuck got your pussy all re-upholstered?
(Ceezy re-upholstered my pussy)
You know what, I got to thank Ceezy.
And when I see that nigga I'mma thank him. I'mma buy his album, I'mma download that... I'mma shoot a bootlegger!
That's how good I feel about this...
Oww, I still can't believe you got me this watch. The exact... I wanted!
Even with the bezel! this is the... I wanted. I saw this, I saw it,
Twista had this on in The Source. I remember, Twista had this on in The Source.
That's right, that's right! Yo yo babe, yo yo this is the best birthday ever!
Where you learn to treat a nigga like this?
(Ceezy taught me)
Ceezy taught you well, Ceezy taught you well.

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