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Shorty in down, good Lord |
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Baby got em up open all over town |
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Strictly biz, she don't play around |
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Cover much ground, got game by the pound |
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Getting paid is a forte |
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Each and every day, true player way |
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I can't get her out of my mind |
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I think about the girl all the time |
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East side to the west side |
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Pushing phat rides, it's no surprise |
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She got tricks in the stash |
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Stacking up the cash |
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Fast when it comes to the gas |
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By no means average |
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She's always she's got to have it |
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Baby, you're a perfect ten, I wanna get in |
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Can I get down, so I can win |
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I like the way you work it |
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No diggity, |
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I got to bag it, bag it up |
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I like the way you work it |
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No diggity, |
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I got to bag it up |
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She's got class and style |
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She's managed by the town, |
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Baby never act wild |
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Very low key on the profile |
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Catching catichin' vilians is a no, |
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Let me tell you how it goes |
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Curve's the words, spin's the verbs |
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Lovers it curves so freak what you heard |
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Rolin' with the phatness |
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You don't even know what the half is |
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You gotta pay to play |
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Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way |
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I like the way you work it |
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Trumped tight, all day, every day |
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You're blowing my mind, maybe in time |
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Baby, I can get you in my ride |
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo |
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Hey yo, that girl looks good |
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo |
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Play on, play on playette |
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo |
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You're my kind of girl, no diggity |
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Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo |
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Hey |
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Cause thats my peeps and we row G |
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Flying first class from New York City to Blackstreet |
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What you know about me, not a motherf.. thing |
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Cartier wooded frames sported by my shortie |
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As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring |
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We be's the baddest clique up on the scene |
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Ain't you getting bored with these fake ass broads |
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I shows and proves, no doubt, I be takin you, so |
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Please excuse, if I come across rude |
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That's just me and that's how the playettes got to be |
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Stay kicking game with a capital G |
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Axe the peoples on my block, I'm as real as can be |
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Word is bond, faking jacks never been my flava |
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So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncy |
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I be sitting in car, let's say around 3:30 |
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Queen Pen and Blackstreet, it's no diggity |
