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, somebody-body like you. I'll never find somebody like you. -Body like, somebody-body like you. I'll never find somebody like you. Verse 2. Suddenly, senses takin’ over me. Baskin' in the beat (Baskin' in the
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name must be Robins. Cause I’m baskin’ in all these asses, all 31 flavors keep calling. My, my, my vanilla Cinderella loved when I tell her drop it. My butter pecan breathing but, but I love my chocolate
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myself intact. I'm feeling great like Carole Baskin. Hope you know it's all an act 'cause. It's so much easier to lie, whoo. Bad luck, if you're someone, like me. Got your head above water, but you still
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. Make him think he's crazy. While his paranoia grows. What he should be asking. Is where did our love go. Then I wouldn't be baskin'. In another man's afterglow. Where did the beat go? (In another man's
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. Make him think he's crazy. While his paranoia grows. What he should be asking. Is where did our love go. Then I wouldn't be baskin'. In another man's afterglow. Where did the beat go? (In another man's
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got them dollars. If you ain't pleased, baby, please, tell me what's the problem. Yeah, I'm a fiend for the cream like a Baskin-Robbin. Now, just don't leave me in the street 'cause I go back to robbin
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. Make a reality show It's so many ladies that I can't lose. Like her right there in those stilleto shoes. And shorty showin' off her legs for me. And I feel like Mr Baskin Robins, they all look like
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. Make a reality show It's so many ladies that I can't lose. Like her right there in those stilleto shoes. And shorty showin' off her legs for me. And I feel like Mr Baskin Robins, they all look like
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. Make him think he's crazy. While his paranoia grows. What he should be asking. Is where did our love go. Then I wouldn't be baskin'. In another man's afterglow. Where did the beat go? (In another man's
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. Make him think he's crazy. While his paranoia grows. What he should be asking. Is where did our love go. Then I wouldn't be baskin'. In another man's afterglow. Where did the beat go? (In another man's
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the drop (Brr), and and the scoop (Brr), Baskin Robbins, how we serve the youth. We just robbed him, snaked him, to the left, how we played him. Like a cake, we bake him, not a cake can save him. Take
