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SINGER: LL Cool J
SONG:Phenomenon
Ah ah Baby girl was draped in chanel Said she loved tupac But hates some ll Seen her at the bar with anklets and toe rings She can take a prince turn him into a king I was looking at her in the limelight Pearly whites Said a man get paper but he don't live right All these emotions flowing inside the club Do you really wanna thug Or do ya want love She gets the paper when it's time to get on She keeps these clowns thinking like chappaquittik Honey smoke make you click, feel it in their throats No joke, all these love letters they wrote Behind every playa is a true playette Bounce you up, outta there, push and check Takes the choice have you nice and moist Or play paper games or floss the rolls royce Something like a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was king of seduction Cop a suction Now she was the cat that worked construction Starve her with the paper, abuse the mind Dis a new lover When you know it's on mine, thats on top Lap dancing got to stop You play out your chick Cos your game is hot I give you two italian ice, my whole crew He's banging on my chest till it's black and blue You're beefing, yellin' on my cell about six You reach it then you hear the cordless click Now your club hopping Keep the crystal popping, use my chips, And take the next man shopping Hell no, must be out chicago on your knees and elbows each and Everytime Thats why i love you mummy you Run your mouth, throw your legs over the bed baby, work me out Something about a phenomenon x8 (uh huh) (go ahead daddy) He was all sooped up, and played it just right Mummy i was full blown My game was air tight I needed to switch up and get it in gear Its a whole new movie, a world premiere, yeah yeah Keep it jinglin', no more minglin' Brand new he and me and you can bring it in I'm sick and tired of freakin' night to morn Boning in the mirror with my cubans on Let bygones be bygones, no more games Hope all the chicken heads go up in flames Now we need brand new mansion, with lake at back Got it all figured out mummy i like that Collect chips, cop his and her whips To waste a quarter-mil on clothes is sick But you worth it, playgirl, it's real in the feel Say what you want but keep your lips sealed Something like a phenomenon x8 (c'mon) (go ahead daddy)
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