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[Verse 1]I was born ready (Ha Ha) |
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I'm working your man up in that circuit |
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Bitch I plan to look that perfect |
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Cheap little brand with a bitch that's certain |
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Clique that gang and spit that curtain |
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He wanna slam, wanna whip that serpent |
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He wanna wham |
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Wanna get it in, wanna get it out |
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Wanna sweat it in, wanna lick it up |
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But your nigga been listening to broads |
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Sayin' niggas on the internet now |
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So we kick it with the tickets to the what |
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Damn motherfucker you can sniff it in the butt |
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You a fan little nigga you be living for the cunt |
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You be handful of scrilla while |
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I'm jiggling the buns |
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I can stop moving still jiggling the buns |
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I can pop in the middle with a little bit of pun |
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I can drop for your nigga when he get up in the front |
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I can spot but you niggas gotta to get us in front |
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But I'm not these bitches with the dick up on their tongues |
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Not these bitches, all these niggas been among |
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So it's not with me when |
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I with your nigga in the crumbs |
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And it's not me chilling with your nigga in the slums |
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So run run whenever-whenever |
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I'm in the sun, uh |
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Ima sp-spend this niggas sp-spinach |
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I tell him to eat the couchie then hit this nigga for lyrics |
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He know that |
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I got that juicy |
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That juicy booty, that fruity, that fruity tooti |
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That natural beauty |
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He rich; he poppin that bougie |
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I got that |
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Glock and that uzi |
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That ch-ch-chop and the tuni |
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I hit your block with a goonie and put a dot on ya nugget |
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Split ya top and ya stomach |
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Hit ya pops and ya cousin |
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Miss the shot if he runnin' |
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And get as hot as he want it[Hook] |
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You, you don't want |
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I know you, you don't wanna fuck with me |
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You on one, |
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I'm on two |
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Bang or get banged on; you choose |
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These niggas runnin |
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These niggas runnin |
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They stay pumping that game |
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But these niggas frontin |
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All day up on this stage |
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These niggas like they something |
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Say this bitch is coming |
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Now these niggas runnin |
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Runnin, runnin |
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These niggas runnin[Repeat][Verse 2] |
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I'm in the creme |
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Coupe seats |
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Color: gingerbread |
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You know I got that bitch covered like a ninja head |
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You say you bout to get buggin bout to spend your-bread |
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So you bout to get smothered with that infrared |
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Bet that strawberry banana f-fanna |
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Click never jam-a |
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I'm finna damage your armor and plan to blam at your grandma |
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These niggas toting they hammers |
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But really open punana's |
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I smell these niggas |
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They pussy they pussy they needa douche it |
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Don't let him up in the cushion unless he come with the right do's |
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If not, then bitch you better fuck you a white dude |
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If not, then bitch he better come with the right dick |
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If not, then bitch you probably know that he like dick |
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Fuck feeding these niggas |
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You bitches breeding these niggas? |
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I get the beats from these niggas |
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Then hit the streets with these niggas |
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Y'all tryna sleep with these niggas |
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I'm tryna eat with these niggas |
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I read these niggas the script and get sick of seeing these niggas now[Hook] |
