Miranda (Album Version Explicit)

Yo, man Just let her live, man, stop playin', man Oh, shit, B She with Chef I dreamt it, Chef out in Cuba, a ruger Thirty thou' on him up and Mr. Chow blew a cloud on him Seen a Latin chick laughin', clappin', like your style Homey, say you're proud, hit the Crystal Now we chattin' coebers and klickos Who do this a size six, she split up, had a brick, I peeped those Her jeans was fitted, hair twisted, long as a fuck She looked Indian, titties was plump Had juicy lips, dimples, imprint on her pussy was mad thick She grabbed my dick, hopped in the window We in the Monte Carlo, bravo, uncle named Pablo Gun connect and he had his poke in Los Cabos Good money, honey was strung, playin' Luther in the background Spanish version, my bunny was horny as fuck Workin' the kid, we burst later, lay in the bed Duvet sheets, my face hit the spread Then time me, I'm not the kind of nigga, I was cool down at night Drop my gun, shorty, my nigga Body was sexy, Lexy, come here, nigga, take off your drawers Let me suck your dick, nigga, it's yours Got real watery, Corey, damn, you got good dick You forty" spit on it, position your jaw Call me 8-Ball, this pussy like China, climb the Great Wall Then she came like volcanoes in the late fall Lady Miranda, she half black and white like a panda I met her at the BET Awards in Atlanta Glamor girl shoppin' in Bloomingdale's Skin pure, keep a fresh manicure, hands with the cutest nails Wall Street banker, hold accounts with Jewish now Big businessmen who own stocks in computer sales Meanwhile, I'm checkin' her jeans out Imaginin' her fat bubble ridin' my dick, makin' her scream out She got a mean mouth, her lips is like soup coolers Hotter than niggas ridin' around with six rugers Miss Beaulah took a day off with a rich jeweler When she came back she had a suitcase full of Fig Newtons I met her at a villa in Vancouver blowin' her man's buddah Bumpin' Mary J. and that Grand Puba Check the 411 from a smooth operator Got some pictures of her naked, I'll send them to Un later Ay Dio mio, mamacita ass bonita Remind me of the nights of Del Rio I met her at the Cotto fights, playin' my seat though That night, the linen was white, me and my hijos Live from Puerto Rico, San Juan where niggas sniff pedrico Look at your man wrong, finito Girl, you know how we go, you gettin' my grown man on Fuck with you primo, maybe I'm hands on I'll massage your ego and be the love of your life You know your people, a thug and his wife Gave a look, she was touchin' my ice So I looked at my dick like don't worry, we fuckin' tonight She boricua, cinnamon skin, sign is Libra She like wife beaters and men that like to eat her Then I meet your feet up, meet me in room 112, light this reefer You act right and after tonight, I might keep ya