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More Lyrics - Go - Krizz Kaliko

He was chokin' on that good, about a quarter past midnight 

Bad body walkin' through the hood 

Kaliko tell her what it feels like 

 

Now I'm getting all nervous cause I'm seeing something I like (something I like, yeah) 

And I take anything, but I think she be fittin' me right 

(She be fittin' me right, come on) 

Now I usually do chocolate but tonight I'm all white (okay) 

And you know I be the one that got the drinks on ice, right 

(Heya heya) 

 

Foreign girl where you come from (where you come from) 

When they young young can I get some (can I get some) 

Ready to run can we get dumb (dumb) 

Are you the only one or is there any 

 

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Huh, hit me, drop everything and come with me 

 

Now I'm in a foreign land feeling right (yo I'm feeling right) 

And I'm a spend about a couple of bands before the end of the night (end of the night ha) 

We can go up on a Tuesday but it's like a Saturday night (like a Saturday night ya) 

And I got them drinks on ice, right 

(Heya, heya) 

 

Foreign girl where you come from (where you come from) 

When they young young can I get some (can I get some) 

Ready to run can we get dumb (dumb) 

Are you the only one or is there any 

 

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Let me tell you 'bout credit card, check, cash 

More money than a gold digger could ever spend (ah ha) 

But I deep pockets and short arms 

So I'm a get up over yonder, overseas where the more fond of 

Imma find dimes that I'm fond of 

I'm lookin' for a spirit to conjure when I be on ya, then I'm behind ya 

Don't think that you're a hard little whore, 'cause I'm parched, not even, I mean 

I'm starving for more gimme, I said I'm starving for more gimme 

 

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I wonder is there more like her 'round here is my mindframe 

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I be traveling alone in the fast lane looking I'll be searching 

For more, for more 

Are you remember?




Manslaughter

Artist: Epmd