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The Duke of Sex & Money
Take a look at daddy mo¡¯ with his attitude slung down low.
He¡¯s a pistol packin¡¯ pete with a cocain tongue,
Long enough to lick his pinkie toe.
Drives a corvette, sparkle green,
He¡¯ll make a little kitty turn pretty mean.
Don¡¯t come around parkin¡¯ in my crib,
I might get a little bit obscene.
But that¡¯s all that she wrote, When she took away his throne.
Called the crowning of majesty: the duke of sex & money.
Pretty confident that she was 19, not your typical beauty queen,
She wore patented leather boots with a big vinyl smile,
Wasn¡¯t nothing¡¯ like the duke had ever seen.
She got mall hair spiked like a rock,
Steals the money from her daddy mo¡¯s sock.
Take it downtown to the bank of bad trips,
Get it done by 5 o¡¯clock.
She was all this and more, he didn¡¯t know what was in store.
She made a myth out of his moniker; the duke of sex & money.
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