| I can be a little picky
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| Blame the sticky-icky
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| Pick a bottle, get a glass
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| Down the sippy sippy
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| I see you baby keep bouncin' on your tippy toes
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| When the beat drop dip and make the booty roll
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| Cold piece of work fillin' out your mini skirt
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| It’s Saturday night, should probably wear that shit to church
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| You sick of lame dudes frontin' wit attitude
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| Talking bout their rims and all they damn tennis shoes
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| I got some grown man game for your Bluetooth
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| I’m hot middle of winter coupe no roof
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| You used to sushi, vino and some calamari
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| You want a nigga that might grow up and be somebody
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| O.T resorts by the sea
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| Sand between your toes, umbrellas in your drinks
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| Worldwide aim
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| Hit me on the G-Mail
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| I brought my boy wit me so bring another female
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| Diamonds on my fingers, a couple on my toes
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| Walk in to the party and seen so many hoes
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| Can you work wit that
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| Can you work wit that
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| Can you work wit that
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| I can work wit that
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| Cali to the A
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| We speeding on the freeway
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| In the stretch LS, baby we hood fellas
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| Can you work wit that
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| Can you work wit that
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| Can you work wit that
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| I can work wit that
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| Lemme do my job girl don’t make it easy for me
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| Tomorrow morning make my eggs with onions cheesy for me
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| Come get the keys to the suite up at the sofitel
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| Its room 1024 and I’m goin' meet you there
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| Take a bubble bath
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| Get the robe out the closet and wait for me
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| Don’t think that I’m afraid to toss it
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| You hate for me
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| Stand you up and makes you nauseous
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| I’m late but can’t go to sleep because your pussy gorgeous
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| It’s Quik baby
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| I don drop the DJ
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| You might see me in GA
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| Just showin' off my LA
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| Some many apple bottom freaks showin' belly
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| I might give em my cellie
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| And take it to the telle
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| She in the DoubleTree suites
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| With her hands on her hips
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| A look in her eye and smile on her lips
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| It’s that southern hospitality
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| That’s my reality
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| We hit the waffle house and finish with some aleezay
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| Diamonds on my fingers, a couple on my toes
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| Walk in to the party and seen so many hoes
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| Can you work wit that
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| Can you work wit that
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| Can you work wit that
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| I can work wit that
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| Cali to the A
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| We speeding on the freeway
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| In the stretch LS, baby we hood fellas
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| Can you work wit that
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| Can you work wit that
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| Can you work wit that
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| I can work wit that |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Can You Work with That , by - AMG. Song from the album Show What U Got, Vol. 1, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп