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"Green Eyes"
My momma always told me to watch out fo’ my man "Them girls that gots no morals, they’ll take him by the han’." “Them girls, they green wit’ envy, ‘cause you got what they ain’t. You better watch that boy, now, ‘cause lawd, he ain’t no saint!" "He see them try to wiggle and try to catch his eye. They shake they big ol’ booties, an’ chile, they won’t be shy!” I listen to my momma, she never done me wrong. I hangs on to my honey, keep him where he belong. Them girls, they all got “green eyes” ‘cause they the greedy type. They jealous ‘cause I got one, he ready and he ripe. Them hussies better move on, just head on out the door. Don’t bring they "green eyes" in here, I knock them on the floor! ![]()
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