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Yeah |
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Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl |
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Ohhhh, it's Mr. Steal Yo Girl |
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Ohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh |
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(Aye girl, aye girl, aye girl, aye girl...) |
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Leggo |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Hey, what's in your cup? |
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Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Throw your hands up |
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Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Pocket full of green |
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Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Throw your hands up |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Two Ferraris parked outside |
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I call them Solange and Beyonce |
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Yellow bitches, Kelly Rowlands |
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Stole that line from Kanye |
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Stupid icy, stupid icy |
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Sharper than a pocket knife |
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All my bitches love me |
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Like Pac, I live a thug life |
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[?] with the champions |
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I hold it like a trophy |
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I'm trippin', lookin' at my ring |
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I start thinkin' of Kobe |
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I'm lookin' for a small-waist |
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Long hair star |
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I stole that line from Soulja Boy |
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I'm standin' on the bar |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Hey, what's in your cup? |
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Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Throw your hands up |
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Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Pocket full of green |
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Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Throw your hands up |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Uh, hundred thousand dollars worth of champagne |
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Now you and your girl screamin' "Taylor Gang" |
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Diamonds in the man swingin' from my chain |
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Leave straight from the club, put you on a plane |
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Fly you different places, faces in my bankroll |
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Giant paper, so we drinkin' by the caseload |
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I think I'm Mr. T, rockin' all this gold |
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Or Eazy E, fuckin' all these hoes |
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And my outfit is Louis-that, Louis-this |
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Stay losin' bottle, count these lames out here losin' chicks |
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My weed disturb the peace, that's word to Ludacris |
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Get in Hollywood, now I need a clueless bitch |
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One who got a couple dollars, rock the newest shit |
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A fly nigga, ride with me, you'll be a stewardess |
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There'll be one in your hand if you ain't got a cup |
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Get you back to my crib, lil mama, then it's |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Hey, what's in your cup? |
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Got a couple bottles, but a couple ain't enough |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Throw your hands up |
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Tell security we 'bout to tear this club up |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Pocket full of green |
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Girl, you know I love the way you shake it in them jeans |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Throw your hands up |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
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Bottoms up, bottoms up |
