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Turnin’ Me Off - Slum Village (Ft. De La Soul)
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Turnin’ Me Off - Slum Village (Ft. De La Soul)
[Verse 1: Dove]
Next door she do hopes, chick's so old
Swear she got a blue back, can't shake her cold
But you got to prove girl, you didn't been there
No matter the occasion, shejust gotta be in there
Ball court surfer, she a dope boy's harlot
Net game, shameless you better get garlic
Miss vampire, your blood on your bank code
She'll thank you kindly
Kinda reminds me, what's good for the goose
Is good for the gander
But my gigolo days died with Huey in the news
You want a taste of a do it and you loose
Vixen, she on that smack, my dogs love it
Tell she blow cum bubbles out her nose when she swallows
Her creed deeper than the shades of appolo
But that ain't balboa thats boa constrictor
She don't let her head to her toes restrict her
Shit, fine dime and kiwi white wine
When she breaks the bank, she bringing out the hammer
Hammer pants, 12 hundred a pair
Hammer here, you can't touch this boy, don't even go there
She can't cook a hotdog but she could eat one
A college orgy's like eats one, teach one
Her first gang bang, on her birthday
16 candles, blew them all in the worst way
But nowadays she some corporate kitty
In somebody's penthouse, in some big city
Laying on her backside, tears in her eyes
Living in the life, while her dignity dies
Tarnishing the legacy, queens in the tribe
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