| Those that are hoochie
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| Those are usually in Gucci
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| (Girls) Some of them no good
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| Some of them so hood
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| But they all pros at you know what
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| (Girls) Local or overseas
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| They all go crazy over me
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| Don’t matter what part of the world
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| Girls want to be part of my world
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| Look, I done had my share
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| Bringin' round me, is a bad idea
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| I take Big or small, short or tall
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| Light or dark, I try them all
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| Cuz I like
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| From stupido groupie hoes
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| To one of these r&b group skio’s
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| I need a slick mouth, thick south, brickhouse
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| Or I may date, a-rate playmate
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| Ten in the face, thin in the waist
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| Tight in the thighs, light in the eyes
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| Even those
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| Who think they the shit
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| I keep my
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| Walkin' on pedicured paws
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| Touchin' wit' manicured claws
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| If you waxed down, and tanned up
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| Then let me see ya hands up
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| Now
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| I like my
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| In four inch Christian Laboutins
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| Lips made for kissin' and poutin' I like my
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| Fat butt, flat gut, and that strut. |
| to drive cat nuts
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| I like my Gangsta pretty, stank saditty
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| No change, only got frank and fitty’s
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| Them Natural born fraks, wit blonde streaks
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| Seven’s on cheeks
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| My nothin’less than a dime piece
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| Pink face cartier time piece
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| I like my
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| Thug enough to cuss out cops
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| Wit' tits that’ll bust out tops
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| I like my Classy and sassy
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| Still know how to be nasty
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| Like my
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| Wit' no laws, no flaws
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| No bra’s and no drwaws'
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| Those yours
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| From the Asian to the Malaysian
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| I even had the Bahian to the Caucasian
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| I spend most the weekend
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| Wit' pretty Puerto and Costa Rican
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| Then again, I love Dominicians
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| And might be stylin' wit' a Italian
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| I be shakin for a Jamaican and Haitian
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| And take by the million if they they Brazilian
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| I’m sailin wit' a Australian
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| Or trafficin' wit' the south African
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| Panamian or Grenadian
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| You know I cross the border for a Canadian
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| I need a miss that’s Swiss, a freak that’s Greek
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| Or distinguished English
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| I fly in for a Hawaiian
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| And if you don’t know who I am
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| Yeah, this Trackmasters, Desrt Storm, Street family… Fabolous
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| And this is Tone the ref, let’s go |