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Ladies and gentlemen |
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Yes, sir |
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Let's do it |
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Yes, sir |
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Yo, on and on and my nuts, I'm palming |
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Take two of these and call me in the morning |
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You should see the way the chain heart is a charmin' |
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Flying like a bird like Nelly Furtado |
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Shit, pop ya bottles, toast and scream, ?Cheers!? |
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Getcha two step ?cuz it's the record of the year |
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Nigga that brought you ice creams, 2 for a pair |
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Officially announcing this is warfare |
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?Cuz back in the day my clouds was gray |
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And it seemed like my angels couldn't blow them away |
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But then I sold my first verse and copped that NSX |
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But I was still ridin' in them thin ass jets, but now |
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Man, my business so clear out the window of the Lear |
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And I'm talking on my celly, all this shit that you should hear |
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Listen clearly now |
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Hello, can you hear me now? |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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So, drop ya purse and grab ya hips |
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And act like ya tryin' to get this money right quick |
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So can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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On and on and this beat is zoning |
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I control they mind from straight over the phone and |
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Let 'em explore the words something like a tourist |
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And never get addicted unless the heady wop is serious |
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From Louisville to Jimmy Choos, he's real |
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She knows the time, she sees the Richard Mille |
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Flat double skeletal tour billion |
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It's just like her body move, it turns her on |
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She like the way my hands use her body for hand warmers |
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And all our car doors go up like transformers |
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See I can do it this away, I can do it that away |
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From the crib in Virginia to that new Miami getaway |
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So cool it like new edition unless you hot as you say |
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I'll get it, okay, let it boil away |
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But please run along, ?cuz ladies is feelin' wrong |
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And I got some right for 'em right after this song |
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My name is Skateboard P |
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Ladies and gentlemen |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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So, drop ya purse and grab ya hips |
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And act like ya tryin' to get this money right quick |
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So can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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On and on and the temperature's warming |
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I spit heat flashes, niggas get nauseous |
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Bright as a bitch, so analyze with caution |
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When the light hit the ice bet a 100 that you vomit |
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Should I mention the fact the transition is the track? |
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New incision to the vision just to get me where I'm at |
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Lil' Skateboard he too grown |
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Riding up and down Collins in that new two-tone |
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It's so cold you don't wanna feel the chill of it |
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(Uh!) |
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Just stand back and just look at the grill of it |
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(Uh!) |
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I don't smoke but I bet the sensamill of it |
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It totally intensifies the vivid ass appeal of it |
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You can be jealous and grit ya teeth |
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But all these little niggas got something in reach |
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So, you want heat? These niggas can front heat |
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While on my boat party trying to sun seek |
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My name is Skateboard P |
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Ladies and gentlemen |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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So, drop ya purse and grab ya hips |
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And act like ya tryin' to get this money right quick |
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So can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |
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Can I have it like that? |
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You got it like that |