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Play your part... |
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Sweet jones |
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My bitch a choosy lover, never fuck without a rubber |
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Never in the sheets, like it on top of the cover |
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Money on the dresser, drive a compressor |
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Top notch ho's get the most, not the lesser |
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Trash like the fuck for 40 dollars in the club |
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Fucking up the game, bitch you gets no love |
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She be cross country givin' all that she got |
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A thousand a pop, I'm pullin' Bentleys off the lot |
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I smashed up the gray one, bought me a red |
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Every time we hit the parking lot we turn heads |
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Some ho's wanna choose, but them bitches too scary |
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Your bitch chose me, you ain't a pimp you a fairy |
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Pump that shit (x8) |
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Pump that (x2) |
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Pump that shit (x2) |
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Pump that (x2) |
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Pump that shit (x2) |
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Now walk it out (x8) |
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West Side walk it out |
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South Side walk it out |
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East Side walk it out |
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North Side walk it out |
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Now hit the dance floor |
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And bend your back low |
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She do it with no hands |
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Now stop pop and roll |
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I'm smoking bubba ho |
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Now they in trouble ho |
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I like the way she move |
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An undercover ho |
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It's on once again |
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Patron once again |
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I threw my head back |
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Then I froze like the Wind |
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West Side walk it out |
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South Side walk it out |
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East Side walk it out |
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North Side walk it out |
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We're not gonna take it |
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You can show me how |
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Uh uh, no way, you can show me how |
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No, we ain't gonna take it! |
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You can show me how |
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Uh uh, no way, you can show me how |
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We're not gonna take it... anymore! |
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Hey, hey, you can show me how (x2) |
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Uh uh, no way, you can show me how |
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Yeah (x14) |
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Ok, we poppin' champagne like we won a championship game |
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Look like I got on a championship ring |
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'Cause I ball hard |
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No bitch we ball harder |
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I am the Birdman |
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And I'm J-R-uh |
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Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say |
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What you know about that? (x2) |
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Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say |
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What you know about that? |
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I know all about that |
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Bitch I'm paid, that's all I gotta say |
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Can't see you lil' niggas, the money in the way |
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And I-I'm sitting high, a gansta ride blazed |
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If you ain't gonna ride fly then you may as well hate, shit |
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I gotta eat, yeah even though I ate |
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Even though it ain't my birthday but I got my name on the cake, shit |
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Believe that and if ya mans wanna play |
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Imma fuck around and put the boy brains on da table |
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Hey pick 'em up, fuck 'em, let 'em-lay |
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Where I'm from we see a fuckin' dead body everyday |
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Look, uptown, throw a stack at 'em |
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Make a song about me, I'm throwin' shots back at 'em (pop) |
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Bitch I'm a pipe, she like a crack addict |
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If she saw me cookin' eggs, she thought I was back at it |
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I grab my keys, ho I gotta go |
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I got my motorcycle jacket and my motorcycle loafs |
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'Cause nothing compares |
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What you know about that? |
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Nothing compares... to you |
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What you know about that? |
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I was gettin' some head |
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Gettin', gettin' some head |
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I was gettin' some head |
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Gettin', gettin' some head |
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Nothing compares |
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What you know about that? |
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Nothing compares... to you |
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I know all about that |
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I was gettin' some head |
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Gettin', gettin' some head |
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I was with the kinda girl that make yo toes curl |
