| Woo! |
| Ayy!
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| W-W-W-Willpower
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| Mustard on the beat, ho
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| I be everywhere, everybody know me
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| Super, super fresh with a dope styling
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| Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
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| Givenchy keep the chicks in check
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| All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib
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| Dru Hill? |
| Got somebody sleeping on my bed
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| She give me IQ, that mean she give me head
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| I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
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| 'Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck
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| And god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
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| 'Cause I'm gon' get it all, and I'ma throw it up
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| Like god dammit, god dammit, I'm feelin' myself
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| Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
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| The mirror be like, baby, you the shit god dammit
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| You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
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| You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit
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| I be everywhere, everybody know me
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| Catch me in the club hundred bottles on me
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| I get busy like a one line
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| In the drop getting head, baby, never mind
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| We gettin' money why you playing with it
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| Pool in the crib you could land a water plane in it
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| Slick Rick looking at the mirror
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| Big Daddy Kane bitch like Shakira
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| 1.5 custom made car
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| Me and Will table looking like the bar
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| I love bad bitches that's my fuckin' problem
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| And I don't give a fuck that's my fuckin' problem
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| And I don't give a fuck that's my whole M.O
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| I rock the whole globe with no problemo
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| Been rocking coats since my first demo
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| And now I'm banging hoes in the Continental
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| And I done seen me slidin' out my dope ride
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| I open up the doors, suicide
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| I came from the bottom, the sewer side
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| I made it to the top cause I do it fly
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| Feelin' fuckin' lucky like the fuckin' Irish
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| I see the whole game from my third iris
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| I tour the whole word like a dirty pirate
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| To give the whole club some Miley Cyrus
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| Now everybody trippin' like they poppin' molly
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| Up in the club, is where you'll find me
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| I do it real big never do it tiny
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| If you about that bullshit please don't remind me
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| I step in this motherfucker just to make it work
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| I get on the floor just to make that booty twerk
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| Shake, shake that shit like a, like an expert
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| Shake, shake that shit like a, like an expert
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| I be everywhere, everybody know me
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| Super, super fresh with a dope styling
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| Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
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| Givenchy keep the chicks in check
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| All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib
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| Dru Hill? |
| Got somebody sleeping on my bed
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| She give me IQ, that mean she give me head
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| I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
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| 'Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck
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| And god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
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| 'Cause I'm gon' get it all, and I'ma throw it up
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| Like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
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| Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
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| The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
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| You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
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| You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit
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| Doobie in my hand, Rollie on my wrist
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| Got a bottle of that thousand dollar champagne in my fist
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| Women in your dreams sleep in my bed
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| So I don't need your brains I need my ass kissed
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| But all my homies like give me some head
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| Smoke joints till our eyes turn Indian red
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| Takes shots till our chests burn
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| We got papers, bottles, mollies, all this let's get it started
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| The bigger the bill, the bigger you ball
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| The bigger the watch, the bigger the car, the bigger the star
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| The bigger the chain, the farther you go, you already know
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| The bigger the bank, that's more hoes, nigga
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| And I done spent a quarter milli' on clothes
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| Coppin' them old schools and puttin' foreigns on the road
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| Real talk and if my fuel get low
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| I roll up another joint take a shot and reload, pow
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| I be everywhere, everybody know me
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| Super, super fresh with a dope styling
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| Hunny on my wrist, couple karats on my neck
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| Givenchy keep the chicks in check
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| All these car keys drive them chicks to my crib
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| Dru Hill? |
| Got somebody sleeping on my bed
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| She give me IQ, that mean she give me head
|
| I just give her beats, I don't give her bread
|
| 'Cause we be in the club, bottles on deck
|
| And god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
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| 'Cause I'm gon' get it all, and I'ma throw it up
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| Like god dammit, god dammit I'm feelin' myself
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| Look up in the mirror, the mirror look at me
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| The mirror be like baby you the shit god dammit
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| You the shit, you the shit, you the shit god dammit
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| You the shit god dammit, you the shit, you the shit
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| Yes, sir! |