Ipode mode @ Usher'
They call him King Hov, copy?
Hot tottie,
her papi like cognac
Her momma like herb tea
We burned a couple of sacks
And after she sleeped, I creeped all in her tee-pee
We did it Indian style, had the girls speaking
In tongue she like young, you hung, what you gone done
Stop it fore you wake up my momma might (ahhhh)
Now that I've arrived it's time that I go...
I'm so cold, I'm so cold...
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