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Yeah, this one goes out to all them Moet clickers, knahmsayin'? |
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From the old school, no, not the Cristal group |
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It's the Moet click, yaknahmsayin'? |
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Sometimes the lesson I'm still holdin', yaknowhatImean? |
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Here it go, are you? |
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Dimes trash about, beg Rick ask them out |
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Moet click back in the house kid, ask about |
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In a vehicle not proud of, hi shouter and |
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Marvel at the cars that the one I got outta |
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Dismantle all vandal who cannot hold a candle near |
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I out glitter the chandelier |
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Bougie talk and glance at enhance |
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(Niggaz) |
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Who makes every walkin' dance |
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(Nigga) |
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Plus the clothes you saw me gorgeous 'bout |
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Would make a homosexual ask where I bought that outfit |
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No question, I answered all gangsters and |
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Paralyzed moves like professional dancers and |
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So go West, we a family skunk of rap hits |
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To snap out of you that divide and conquer crap |
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Pass the bubbly to the good guy starter |
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Rap style keep you in a good high bark, I sparkle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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Glitter enter, even the stars in the million |
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And even the sun be like, "That kid over there brilliant" |
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Knew this isn't new deficit, all figure ripped |
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When I'm in the club, mad noise, at who the nigga is |
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Entertainment, alter, bald head slaughter |
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And Moet sparks curse, hi my name Rick Walter and |
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About to offer lead to drop another muffin |
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Even dead folks nowadays hoppin' out a coffin |
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What's one to do, goin' to do, blunted too |
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Son to who conduct the whole world if wanted to |
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Who assault viking, when he touch like lightning and |
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Everybody know me, walk in sparkling |
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The co-sponsor, although I sworn all out |
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And don't doubt it if you see me in some cornball outfit |
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Pass the champagne to good guy start |
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Rap style keep you in a good high bark, I sparkle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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Brother arouser, a chauffeur of [unverified] propped |
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Against stars bright, so stay over my housetop |
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Even little kids give up their milk and cookie to |
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The bartender open off Rick and start lookin' to |
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A trailer full of women lovin' the rhythm, I'm givin' |
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And skin for what Rick for artillery within 'em |
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So let me explain it, famous, same |
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You know that the legendary reign this game kid |
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Massage and awaken who start to it |
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Old folk drop teeth breakin' so hard to it |
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That's Rick, so any drunk like a glad kid |
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Do that little dance where you spin round a tad bit |
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All battlin' done, just one hunch and I'll |
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Fight punch you all, all you fans dysfunctional |
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So pass the bubbly to the good guy starter |
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Rap style keep you in a good high bark, I sparkle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
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And move the middle |
