| Hold tight WhYJay, the pr…
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| WhYJay
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| Yeah yeah (Yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah-yeah)
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| Yo
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| T-two bags in the boot, mine’s Burb’s and the Birkin’s hers
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| You gotta bend it more when you firm this work
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| It’s a learning curve, yeah
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| In a Merc' when we first done dirt
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| This girl got me swervin' curbs
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| Shit, swear the head game got man cursed
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| Which purse should I purchase first?
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| Get her-get her loose, try lips me in public, MAC on my LV denim (Skrrt)
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| Stepped on the mic' on nothin' but wooshings, fill it with shells,
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| get peppered (Brrt)
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| Br-bro got a toy from the farm, don’t test him, he fill it with bells and press
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| it (Whoosh)
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| Boy thinks he’s steppin' to me, ain’t nothin' a sheep can tell his shepherd
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| Just copped new seats for the Range, don’t worry, your girlfriend nice and comfy
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| It’s like I’m stuck in my ways, ain’t tryna behave or retire my fuckery
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| Soon as I’m touchin' the place, gang uppin' the pace, come slide, I’m cushty
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| Thick thighs with the loveliest shape, ain’t judging the weight 'cause I like
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| 'em fluffy
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| I can’t hear it
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| Less than fifty, can’t clear it
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| Whip on flip if I steer it
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| Babe, when you gonna leave your man? |
| He’s not, he’s not serious
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| Hit it bareback, I’m fearless
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| You weren’t tryna chat to man back then
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| Now you can’t chat to man, period
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| I can’t hear it
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| Less than fifty, can’t clear it
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| Whip will flip if I steer it
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| Babe, when you gonna leave your man? |
| He’s not, he’s not serious
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| Hit it bareback, I’m fearless
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| You weren’t tryna chat to man back then
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| Now you can’t chat to man, period
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| Yo, check
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| If I put on my suit and tie
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| And step in the place when the mood is right
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| Have your marjay lookin' like «Who's this guy?» |
| Yeah
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| She thinks I’m a yout, put a yout inside
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| Backshots in the bath 'cause the coochie’s tight
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| She ain’t have no bum but her boobs was nice
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| Yeah, arms pinned to the side like she’s crucified
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| All in the hips, got the movements right
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| Lift her left leg up, this ain’t Toosie Slide
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| Target small but my piece is long
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| If I hit first time, then I’m shooting twice
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| On my case like I’m always wrong, when it comes to the-, know I do this right
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| Fuck it up, fuck it up, pull it back, run it up
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| Step in and turn it up
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| Hop out the Cully and make me some money
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| Sign off a cheque, then I double up
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| I don’t know about closing time, I just tell the boss «Lift the shutters up»
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| I don’t know about holding .9's, I just tell the block «Dig the whoosher up»
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| I can’t hear it
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| Less than fifty, can’t clear it
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| Whip on flip if I steer it
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| Babe, when you gonna leave your man? |
| He’s not, he’s not serious
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| Hit it bareback, I’m fearless
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| You weren’t tryna chat to man back then
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| Now you can’t chat to man, period |