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I'm just trying to find you |
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But I can't lie |
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I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305 |
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Love them girls from that 305, 305 |
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I'm just trying to find you |
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I done seen some pretty ones that came from the North |
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I done seen some gorgeous ones that came from the West |
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I done seen some bad ones that came from the East |
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But I can't lie |
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I love them girls from that 305, 305, 305, 305 |
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Love them girls from that 305, 305 |
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Cute, fine, and clean (Woo!), that'll get ya raw |
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Pound ya from the back, that'll get ya off |
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You gotta snapper, Baby, you good, don't care about your flaws |
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If I ask you to turn up in the car, please don't tell me naw |
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Ain't no peons on this end, I love your expensive taste |
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Love how you rock that little black dress with nothing else underneath |
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If I had to explain you in one word, it would be everything |
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They ever ask me about your goods, I'll tell them off the chain |
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You ain't a dime or a quarter, you badder than that |
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You ain't a flag or a faker, you realer than that |
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Love to see them sun rays hittin' you off the beach |
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That pretty skin and your hair (Woo!) |
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It do something to me |
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I still don't mind, nibblin' on me a Georgia Peach |
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Or running down an [?] at the DMV |
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Went to the West Coast and damn it then he come back |
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NYC they got them dimes, about to bottom that |
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Infatuated with your style, love your dress game |
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How you talk and how you grind, that *******t everything |
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One to one [?] talking funny, I take one of those |
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I like mine a little ratchet, keep that on the low |
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If I left it in Blue York, would you tell on me? |
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You got that water |
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Get up out ya, can't even smell it on me |
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Shoe game, bag game, your *******t on fleek |
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Any club any night, that *******t on me |
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Too many *****es, 305, 9 5 4 7 8 sixes |
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Sex on the beach, sand on our feet |
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She speak spanish, all I understand is papi |
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I got an Aventura ***** with an attitude |
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I got her Opa-locka a *****, you know she a groom |
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I got a south beach ***** with a sun tan |
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She say no matter what she still a LeBron fan |
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The balcony Versace mansion, watch the traffic move |
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I'm watchin' *****es dance with nothin' on but dancin' shoes |
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I got a California girl, they call me all the time |
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I said I'm in the 305, she said boy bye |
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Tunechi! |