| Bring that shit in
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Fasho
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| Right there
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| Gone head say this ain’t yo shit
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| All that dancing in the mirror
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| You can’t wait to miss yo shift
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| On repeat, I repeat
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| Gone head play this in yo whip
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| Put yo friends on
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| This yo favorite song
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| Sing that shit, ay
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| Gone head say this ain’t yo shit
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| All that dancing in the mirror
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| You can’t wait to miss yo shift
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| On repeat, I repeat
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| Gone head play this in yo whip
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| Put yo friends on
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| This yo favorite song
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| Sing that shit, on the Speakerboxxx
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| Okay now you know this yo jam
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| You staring down yo twin tryna practice yo synchronized dance
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| You got your brush in yo hand
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| Baby you your number one fan
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| You running late for your plans
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| Bet you won’t play this Shit for yo mans
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| Got damn!
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| You put ya friends on, like
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| Don’t forget who put you on, ay
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| Nigga, pass that cord over here
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| Bih, pass that cord over here, ay
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| Fantasies in yo ear
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| You live that life with no care
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| You carefree til yo end
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| You trained to go with yo friends
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| She got that appetite for this life
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| She got that attitude that I like
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| She got that backside for my bite
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| She got that good good
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| That feel good
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| That waking up knowing rents good
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| So play this shit, it make her feel good
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| So bang the shit, repeat the shit
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| Then leave the shit in yo mix so they can tweet the shit and get down
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| Ay
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| Gone head say this ain’t yo shit
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| All that dancing in the mirror
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| You can’t wait to miss yo shift
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| On repeat, I repeat
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| Gone head play this in yo whip
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| Put yo friends on
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| This yo favorite song
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| Sing that shit, ay
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| Gone head say this ain’t yo shit
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| All that dancing in the mirror
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| You can’t wait to miss yo shift
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| On repeat, I repeat
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| Gone head play this in yo whip
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| Put yo friends on
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| This yo favorite song
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| Sing that shit, on the Speakerboxxx
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| (You think you know me)
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| Look
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| And you was the one in the front
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| And I was the one in the back
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| Tryna get you to laugh
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| 'Cause you the one I want
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| And I can really tell that you must like Pharrell
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| 'Cause all you’d liked to do was front
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| Walking past you tryna stunt, yeah
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| I’ve been at it for a month, yeah
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| And all my niggas want you
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| But nah, that ain’t gone stop me
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| If you was a rapper, I’d be at your website like everyday just tryna cop a tee
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| And usually, around a lot, 'cause we
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| Would conversate about whats poppin' see
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| As corny as it sounds
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| I’ll admit it now
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| You remind me of a poppy seed
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| 'Cause you would have me higher than a lighter being lit across a couple pounds
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| of weed
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| Eventually, you was astound with me
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| I was so happy that you stuck around with me
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| But now we just argue about who do what
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| And who fingers getting pointed every chance
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| Now you with your friends
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| Fucked up, faded, going clubbing to cry and just dance
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| Yeah
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| Gone head say this ain’t yo shit
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| All that dancing in the mirror
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| You can’t wait to miss yo shift
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| On repeat, I repeat
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| Gone head play this in yo whip
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| Put yo friends on
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| This yo favorite song
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| Sing that shit, ay
|
| Gone head say this ain’t yo shit
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| All that dancing in the mirror
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| You can’t wait to miss yo shift
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| On repeat, I repeat
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| Gone head play this in yo whip
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| Put yo friends on
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| This yo favorite song
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| Sing that shit, on the Speakerboxxx |