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(feat. Horace Brown) |
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Ooohhh... |
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Mad shit jumpin off, now I like this |
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Ok, yeah, yeah hey yo |
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Friday night, just got paid |
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I'm runnin wit my mans we got plans of gettin laid up |
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Sticky green burnin sittin on twenty's |
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Pocket full of money and we hollerin the honeys yo |
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Stress less of death and we let the chain swing |
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Makin ??? we out for the same thing |
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Hittin up the spot where they say is jumpin at |
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I'm straight ?? and man I'm bringin somethin back |
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Me and the wild one we just copped a nice one |
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And two brand new toys fuck the price done |
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Big nigga style say ? when I switch lanes |
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Stay doin big thangs smoke while I get brains |
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Line full of women can't wait to get in |
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Checkin mo sippin ?? mo spittin |
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Dancefloor packed do it in the doe stack |
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Those that hit the C is get it get the ?? |
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Now where the hoes at? Let's get it on and poppin |
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Invite a few through, that's how the crew do |
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DJ got the crowd jumpin |
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The music from the speakers got the floor thumpin |
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I'm tryna run in sumthin |
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[Horace Brown] |
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We go straight from the top down to the flo' |
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We makin the crowds all the while down |
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Smokin about a pound |
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You know we be puttin it down |
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It's Mr. Cheeks and Ho Brown baby |
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Sex make the beats so crazy |
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You know we be knockin them out |
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So what are you talkin about |
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Yo, I got the cherry on G |
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With me up in V-I-P |
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And my bottles damn near empty |
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I got this chick talkin shit in my ear |
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Word I think she's tryna tempt me, tempt me |
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Oh, I see things is on and poppin now |
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The whole crowds hoppin out |
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There's no stoppin now |
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Mad chicks up in ?? all my niggaz wit me |
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My shit takes off like a rocket |
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While your pockets hurtin |
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Niggaz mad because me and my team we bring the funk |
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You and ?? motherfucker you gon' talk |
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I keep my fresh on and the chick keep me me |
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We mad dollar niggaz and we be some sticky green |
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Holdin shit down |
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Niggaz know what's on and poppin when I hits town |
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Get down |
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Honeys wanna take flicks |
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Take sips of the licks and they shake hips |
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Oh sho we go |
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Baby... |
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Why now... |
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[Horace Brown] |
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We go straight from the top down to the flo' |
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We makin the crowds all the while down |
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Smokin about a pound |
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You know we be puttin it down |
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It's Mr. Cheeks and Ho Brown baby |
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Sex make the beats so crazy |
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You know we be knockin them out |
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So what are you talkin about |
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I slide boo I got the top drop |
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They barricade the block |
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???? sneakers ?? pop |
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You let us through the door |
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Chicks attack the dancefloor |
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?? a ? war |
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I see what it's back for |
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I got my money team |
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Rollin up gangsta lean |
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We twistin up green |
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I know you niggaz recognise Queens |
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My ?? thirst liquor who you got wit ya |
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I bang out shorty system now she want a picture |
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And numbers she can wow |
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So we can get foul |
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I got a ?? going chicks y'all ain't goin now |
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Yo all up in my face |
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The speakers hit bass |
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My niggaz wylin in the club with a open case |
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Yo V-I-P chain my man spit game |
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Yo kid it's not a game ya need to learn the name |
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It's Q and W, ? boys one fam |
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I put a ? like this we got it locked down |
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[Horace Brown] |
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We go straight from the top down to the flo' |
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We makin the crowds all the while down |
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Smokin about a pound |
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You know we be puttin it down |
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It's Mr. Cheeks and Ho Brown baby |
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Sex make the beats so crazy |
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You know we be knockin them out |
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Just shut your mouth |
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Ahhh... |
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Ooohh.... |
