| She stays paid every day of the week
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| Stays paid every (day of the week) (x2)
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| Cause she do it like its been a long time
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| Do it like its (been a long time) (x3)
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| Shorty rock like a rock show
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| And this bitch make it hot like a pot roast
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| Faded dawg, taking shots like Alonzo
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| The way these broads flaunt to me, pronto
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| Listen cuz 'Lyst' finna get it
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| Thick with your hips, let me hit it
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| Everything about this bitch be exquisite
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| And her lips go against all physics
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| Got a dude in a spell when she moves
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| Shorty got the smell to a to
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| One toke inhaled in this room
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| And i could shoot myself to the moon
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| Puffin' on this weed he gone
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| Bloody when I beast each song
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| Mommy bringing heat, she’s bomb
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| Nothin' but a G-string on
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| She can make a dance floor glow
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| Watch the way that ass go low
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| The way she move her back so slow
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| How’d you get your back so swole?
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| She don’t ever talk, just walk it
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| Watch the way she pop, lock, drop it
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| Lighting up that non stop chronic
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| Hot enough to rock my climate
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| Shorty sees my shit’s in demand
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| So she know that Lyst' is the man
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| See her move her hips when she dance
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| She could do a grip with her hands
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| She could make you drool if you let her
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| She be gettin' loose on a fella
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| Mommies like a tube of vanilla
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| Cause she’s sweeter than a spoon of Nutella
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| Higher than the moon and the sun
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| Shorty’s breaking every rule when she’s blunted
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| Booze never punished
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| Livin' off dudes tippin' hundreds
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| Spending every bit of lute from their budget
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| Mommy got that mind, body, (?), hottie
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| Bad enough to ride you like a Rotti or a Maserati
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| She be taking shots of Saki and she’s cocky
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| It’s her overconfidence has got these bitches tryna copy
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| I bet it you, you’ll never see her blush
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| Especially when Hennessy is a must
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| Get it baby, let me see you bust
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| To this beat, I bet I’ll beat it up |