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[Verse 1: Kaos] Girl you got Da Hol' 9 You got ya ride wit ya 9 to 5 And you still ain't satisfied Your mans on a mission, he be trickin And you sick and tired of him trippin Wit them same represitions Keeps you in the kitchen and won't let you go out the house And he's steady bitchin, about cleanin up the house But what the hell? damn your name aint Florence What happened to squeezin the Charmin What ever happened to Mr. Charmin' What happened to "I miss you boo And I appreciate the things you do" Without you, how the hell could he survive Without you bein his eyes Girl I admit it blows highs [Hook: Kaos] Girl you need a mandingo Girl you need some pipe in your life Need a mandingo She's the type that likes it all night Need a mandingo Go to your mami house like But you need a mandingo, dingo Letras de cancionesPlease believe it [Verse 2: Kaos] Now whatever happened to goin out, urrday Fantasizin about him makin yo legs shake Remember keepin ice on yo tongue Cuz it was numb, you was sprung Young and dumb for givin him some But he had never made you cum Tellin ya girls "it ain't the same no more" He's askin you "how does it feel?" like he's D'Angelo You cant even gets yours off Cuz when you feel it comin down he done shot off Mm mm mm (hell nah!) Now he's goin soft, he ain't the man he used to be You need to beat down exclusively Now you don't wanna cheat but damn You can't even recall the last time, he banged the walls And had you twistin yo drawers but uh.. [Hook x2] [Verse 3: Kemo] You need a mandingo, someone to feel on up that pink hole Girl are you single? (uh-uh) I really did not think so The way you bounce it at the club scene-o I see you need that circular motion just like a roller rink-o You need a dolla off in your belly girl Even though you be an independent woman like that Kelly girl And Beyonce, if he the entree, if ya mandingo swing along Like Avan-tay Strictly physical, all you want is his body When you see him you be like "why you cant call nobody?" Cuz the derty represent, the derty left a dent That's why every time y'all kicked it he ain't never spent Not a red cent, of his own dough The only kind to put you in the mind of a gigolo [Hook x2] From Letras Mania