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[Boobonic] |
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You could turn the mic down a lil' bit |
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C'mon |
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[Mr. Man] |
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M-R Dot M-A-N B Double O B-O-N-I-C (*4X*) |
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[Boobonic] |
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Excuse me bitch what's your name |
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Couple dollars ain't it so what's your game |
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Known fact cause I'm gettin' the cash |
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Don't dance face to face, bitch gimme the ass |
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I'll help you out if you had a long day |
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Dick like, good advice, it could go a long way |
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Front, cause I knocked cha'll down |
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I could remodel homes, I knock walls down |
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I'm wit all, that shit y'all |
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Talk about, oh what I don't hit raw |
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Naw, hit the floor like a bank hold up |
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Have I ever loved a chick lemme think, hold up |
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No, I'm all about the dough |
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He shouldn't give a **** if it's not your ho |
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Oh, that hatin' shit you did, ain't done us |
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Playas and we get more head then new hundreds |
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[Hook: Pharell Williams] |
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Please don't mind, how I pursue |
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Don't take it personal girl that's how thugs do |
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Let's get high, sit for a few |
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And after that let's go I'm ****in you |
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[Mr. Dot-Man] |
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Yo, let me tell you how I pursue |
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Spit game in they ear, and it's proper too |
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Say we stayin' at the Fount with Blue |
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I'mma ball every day, spend a grand or two (psyche) |
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Hit the beach, forget the sheets |
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Get it down right there, chick touch your feet |
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Loc roll, that's so much game |
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Y'all think y'all know my aim |
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That's a joke like Marlon Wayans, lame |
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And it ain't got no change |
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Chick listen up, want dick or what? |
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Take that, that's the only thing I'm givin' up |
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Only sent, it's the dream that your 'gone get |
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Hit for free, then Boo 'gone hit |
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No they not like M-O dot |
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I hit, touch base, and ball like White Sox |
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[Hook - 2x] |
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[Boobonic] |
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Look around dawg, what you see nigga |
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Whole lotta model bitches then me nigga |
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Me and Don in a drop and this pearl |
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With jewels so sick make niggas wanna hurl |
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Do it look like I care that's your girl? |
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She diggin' me, and love that I'm all the way thorough |
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You talkin' shit, don't concern her |
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As far as ****in' go, hit more bitches than Ike Turner |
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[Mr. Dot-man] |
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I send 'em home in the cab to tell |
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I play 'em more high notes than Patti LaBelle (plus) |
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You gel, heavywear at (and) |
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Got ice in your bezie wher it at? |
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Y'all dudes is strictly losers |
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We 'gone blow like lightbulbs and fuses |
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Tell your man he better slow his role |
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Our guns'll make James Brown lose his soul |
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[Hook - 4x] |
