| Benny BOOM! |
| Turn the bass up louder
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| 'Til every single titty jiggle harder
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| She a hoochie watch the mini skirt ride up
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| Dimes and pennies twerk, get it hotter
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| Hoochies want to get on the guest list
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| Eat a small dinner so you fit in your dresses
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| Fuck a meal, go for mills
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| Big breast get treated like guest
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| I’m serving dick for breakfast, pussy pop
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| She like three things: The club, money, sex, yes!
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| Just like hip hop, did a full strut when we pulled up
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| She said she like D’s, I said Deeeez nuts!
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| Ain’t that what you want, a Hilton ain’t a Trump
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| Make sex tapes get dicked, get dumped
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| All this money make a bitch go dumb
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| Coke on the tip will make a bitch go numb
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| She ain’t nothing but a hoochie mamma
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| She ain’t nothing but a hoochie mamma
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| She ain’t nothing but a hoochie mamma
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| Hood rat, hood rat a hoochie mamma
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| Get Get Get Loose Now
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| Get Get Get Loose Now
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| Get Get Get Loose Now
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| Get Get Get Loose Now
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| Go head and get it nigga, you know you want it nigga
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| She solid gold nigga, Anna Nicole nigga
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| I’m about to show this glorified ho
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| How my hip hop dick head bang like rock and roll nigga
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| She got to have it cinematic like netflix
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| HD documented pearl drop necklace
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| She going to call herself a classy bitch
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| Live in Chelsea but her naughty parts the meat pack district
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| Got milk duds, face like Rihana
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| Got me popping retro fashion
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| That make me want to cash in, smashing
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| Trim bush like Shirley last season
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| What’s happenin' Roj!
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| A prima donna in her Dolce and Gabbana
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| You can find her well travel from Nicaragua to Ghana
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| Up front, You bait her right and she going to bite like a piranha
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| Cause she, she ain’t nothing but a hoochie mamma
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| Oh n-n-no, hold up I got some shit to say
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| Cause all these copy catting bitches copy me all day
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| Call me out my name why don’t you come around my way
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| I got my cousin baby mother and a brother on the way
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| Fake bitches want to be this chick but they not
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| I don’t lay on my back for tracks or sleep my way to the top
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| Sex ain’t for beats or backstage passes, girl keep working that ass
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| You smarter than I thought you got your heart on my man assets
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| Oh no I cash his checks let’s not forget and I fuck to bust nuts
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| Fuck a mans respect, I rap for money to spend to keep my panties wet
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| And just to keep bitches mad I keep bitches in check
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| Laying yourself in dirty sheets like hooker on the street
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| Rocking your coochie like that Gucci that you bought up the street
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| I got mad styles for days your styles been played
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| And I every thing you rock today I did yesterday
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| Now girls I met they wanna fight me, talking shit just tryin' to spite me
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| Walk it off I top it off, wow you hood rats trying to bite me
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| You have him? |
| I been at him, girl I own that ass
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| Little heffer hoochie momma please, you ain’t bad!
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| Uhuh, See thats why I don’t like ya’ll bitches anyway
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| Always up on my motherfucking man
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| Trying to be cute
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| You ain’t cute
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| Shit, bitch is nasty
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| Ya’ll bitchs is nas-ty |