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Here we come |
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(Here we come now, girl) |
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Come for you |
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(Baby girl, aw, aw) |
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You know, I just couldn't hide shit beneath me |
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Only nigga can take a still picture in 3D |
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If need be, I'm leavin' the party with Cindy |
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It's gotta be, bo-legged, long hair, Fendi |
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Ninety nine, I move over to her twin sister, Medni |
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I spit game like that to get brains like that |
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Butter soft leather seats, it came like that |
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If sex was football, I'd be a running back |
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Get ya on and get low, and I never fumble |
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Make ya throw your hands up when I bring in the zone |
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So, if it's on, it's on, shit, I'm takin' you home |
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I got my home dog out, it's on chrome, long gone |
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She like my bizza, my batlin' dog |
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You Lunatics, that's what I be sayin' 'bout y'all |
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I'm not a MD but I'm always on call |
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And I got a safe way guaranteed not to stall |
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Here we come |
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(Here we come now, girl) |
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Come for you |
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(Baby girl, aw, aw) |
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'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha ground |
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Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound |
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Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, switch it up |
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Mami, don't front, go down, hit it up |
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'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha ground |
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Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound |
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Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, switch it up |
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Mami, don't front, go down, hit it up |
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I'm like the New Edition, Don, Ralph, Bobby, and Mike |
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Not even Ricky "Rapper" Johnny can stand the rain tonight |
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Is this the end, damn right, I turned on a liking to |
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Vannessa Derrio like over Brian McKnight |
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Said, "Oh no", baby doll kissin' me and she goin' down low |
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People at D.E.M.O., hot, tell that you a pro |
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Swore up and down you never did this before |
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Whatever, just go slow |
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Hated by all types, baby fathers and dykes |
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Uptight and ready to fight 'cuz I'm the one they women like |
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He think he tight, think he got more game than Spike Lee |
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Runnin' thru his vains like an IV, high speeds |
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Tightest nigga for 5 G's and Al D |
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Tryna catch my now when my price is low |
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Then 95 digits when the Lunatics blow |
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Another zero for a show, to let you niggas know, now what |
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Here we come |
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(Here we come now, girl) |
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Come for you |
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(Baby girl, aw, aw) |
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'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha ground |
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Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound |
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Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, switch it up |
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Mami, don't front, go down, hit it up |
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'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha ground |
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Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound |
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Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, switch it up |
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Mami, don't front, go down, hit it up |
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You see me and my niggas only come out on the weekends |
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'Cuz on the weekdays to busy creepin', freakin' |
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Wit' yo rat, now picture that, when she wit you |
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She now speakin' what you weak in |
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Lettin' me know that she really been thinkin' |
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About a nigga, even when I'm not with her |
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I'm frosty all year, while you only in the winter |
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My pockets gettin' fatter, your pockets gettin' thinner |
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I ain't payin' time so you callin' me a sinner |
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Old Payne, 29, callin' me a young tender |
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Nelly stopped on me, don't stop when I'm wit her |
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She ready 4 whatever and I ain't even bought her dinner |
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I sorted tha game on a bench with splinters |
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Beggin' your coach, let you play for a minute |
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The last seconds of the game, used to weigh in to enter |
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I ain't gotta herd no drugs no more, I know who tha winner |
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Here we come |
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(Here we come now, girl) |
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Come for you |
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(Baby girl, aw, aw) |
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'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha ground |
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Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound |
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Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, switch it up |
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Mami, don't front, go down, hit it up |
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'Cuz we be countdown from the sky to tha ground |
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Sippin' Allezey, steady puffin' on a pound |
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Hollerin', "Woah, nah", slow down, switch it up |
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Mami, don't front, go down, hit it up |