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Dominique (with A K)

Yo, yo, fellas. Let me show ya. May wanna think twice, Before having this lady phone ya. She be sick in ways, And I don’t mean in a hospital, Down with pneumonia. She’ll drop by da the crib, Dressed up like Nurse Bee with a whip. Body be shakin’ all up in yer persona… Like a slaver tryna own ya. Her name is Dominique with a K. Believe me when I say…. This one is real unique, okay. That girl, she bad, afflicted to the bone. A demon possessed, Speaking in tongues with a groan. She starts with a potion, Says to loosen the pain, Works that body all night, Makes a man go insane… Got me sweating like a soul on loan. Good Lord, bound to an entity unknown. She came with the magic tonight, no doubt, Mending my sins with a pleasure devout. No no no no….wait, okay, just maybe, Don't know if i can take it slow this time baby. No no no no….wait, okay, just maybe, Don't know if i can take it slow this time baby. All night long-got me plead’n, Words coming outta my mouth-be mis-a-lead’n. All this mis-a-treat’n, Making me praise like a preacher in church, On a Sunday evening. Rubbing that muscle…way down past the knee. Got me breaking these chains, Swimming up from the deep. Legs up and down, hands side to side, Boys I aint bragging… But, it’s a helluva ride. She’ll please that body, like no cure ever tried. Leave you trembling, second-guessing, All broken up on the inside. You’ll limp away, spirit torn and shaken, Out the door alone, abandoned and forsaken. No no no no….wait, okay, just maybe, Don't know if i can take it slow this time baby. No no no no….wait, okay, just maybe, Don't know if i can take it slow this time baby. Seriously, I aint lying when I tell ya… That girl my ride or die… No lie, no lie, no lie.. She the best damn masseuse…on the whole west side.