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Jailbait
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Tur-BoYo, take a look at that, actin' all giddy, thinkin' that she grown because she show a pair a titties,ya pretty but a pity, you don't know whatcha doin'and I can guess from how you dress your reputation is screwin'who the hell are you foolin'see you droolin' over Kev, like you want sex with no rubbersbut you look stupid when your crack is hangin' out like a plumber,don't try to wonder why my smile trembled into a frown,because your wearin' so much make-up you resemble a clowndon't get loud, but I'ma tell why ya style don't workunless you purposely intending to unbutton ya shirt to flirt with pervz who won't pretend to see what under your skirtwith that in mind find me later, persuasion is over,but you can make a reservation, try again when you older,but if you wish to be persistent and insist that ya bolderthan stop by Friday night during time I'm not soberjus' kiddin'
Chorus You want it now, you gotta waitcuz in my town you're know as Jailbait,go tell the cops this was a mistakeyou think your hot, to us your jailbait.
YKCWhy you even try girl, you know you too dumbToo young, you come and try and get you someI got 2 words for ya, date and rapeI ain't tryin to be the one on the run from the jakeLike uma be hidin all up in other statesThere's no me and you this need to be erasedWait a couple more years I meanWasn't just last week your sweet 16You play your part but somethings missingYou're immature but you ain't listeningMy wrist' bling, you know I got moneyYou got body lookin like you 20But ya ain't right, actin all funnyThat's why your eye's tearin, nose all runnyI'm telling ya, just wait till you're legalThen in the sequel maybe I'll see you Chorus You want it now, you gotta waitcuz in my town you're know as Jailbait,go tell the cops this was a mistakeyou think your hot, to us your jailbait.
The 23rd StallionIf you flaunt it, I'ma take itIf you shake it, I'ma spank it,in the car or the bar or my house you'll be nakedno way in hell you could fake it,your legs be shaking when I touch you where it's sacredI maybe mistakenTaken back by age, turn the page,back to, when she had her clothes onput them draws on, I think my songs onyou need a ride home, call daddy on the phonewith ya celly and tell him that my last name ain't Kellyfriends start to ask about the hickies on ya bellyhad to stop her when she busted out the jellylike some freak, dropping Stal dinner off every weekprecious time ya waistin', now I need a replacementTeeny bopper, not proper, go cry on a shoulderwhen you older, come holla, holla, hollaat the show stoppa, stoppawe'll discuss it over vodka, ha, ha
Chorus You want it now, you gotta waitcuz in my town you're know as Jailbait,go tell the cops this was a mistakeyou think your hot, to us your jailbait.
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