| Oh yeah… you know what?
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| I’m envisioning
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| Pretty women, Rims spinning
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| All my homies dressed
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| In expensive Linnen
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| It ain’t a dream
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| That’s the life we’re livin
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| Mov’in up to a new position
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| People used to look
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| And be like, I ain’t
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| Never gonna be shit
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| That’s until I gotta
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| 6 Hundred, v dozen full why equipped whip
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| And I never stop stacking chips
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| Fool, got bling in the chain
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| Got bling on the wrist
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| And this type of life is priceless
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| Cause ain’t nothing
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| On earth like this
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| What you know
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| When it’s hot it gets crazy
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| We pop Krystal on a daily
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| Just me and my ladies, we
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| Know how to make you move
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| Your feet to the beat
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| Can you feel the heat tell
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| Me sisters do you feel me
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| Brothers roll with me
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| Summertime is the time you’ve been waiting for oh yeah!
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| There’s always a party
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| Somewhere round the
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| Way — oh yeah
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| Summertime is the time you’ve been waiting for oh yeah!
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| There’s always a party somewhere round the way — oh yeah
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| Boys and girls, go
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| Find yo friends
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| Ladies and gentlemen
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| Call your partners
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| Let them feel this time
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| Of year again
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| Don’t be scared to shout
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| Come on and move yo
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| Body lets all get down
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| Tap yo feet to the beat
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| Come on and party with me
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| It’s a pretty hot day and all I want to do is play with the homies from
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| Around the way okay!
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| Hater’s better stay in the crib if they want to come spray Mac 10's and tech
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| 9's all the time, see we trying to have fun and it doesn’t matter where
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| Your from, so if you strap Please don’t come out
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| With your Guns see us having a party sipping on Bacardi
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| Me and my family don’t hate us look we are making papers we simply the
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| Greatest, Big Brovaz
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| You know you love us you can’t deny us, so come and join us get off your chair
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| And throw your bows in the air We repping southside bric city better beware
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| Alright
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| Summertime is the time you’ve been waiting for oh yeah!
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| There’s always a party somewhere round the way — oh yeah
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| Summertime is the time you’ve been waiting for oh yeah!
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| There’s always a party somewhere round the way — oh yeah
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| Sexy guys in their convertibles
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| Oh and how they’re checking you
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| Coz they want to know who
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| You are when in the sun
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| Its unbelievable all eyes, they
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| Be watching you coz they want you’re name and number
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| Ain’t nutten but riding going
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| On, ball out to my song
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| I done got me a hot whip
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| Now I got them hot chick
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| Stripping down to their thongs
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| Don’t hate me, 'cause I’m on top baby that’s just where I belong
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| So long Big Bro’s bin waiting for their time to perform, you get me
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| And now it’s popping its
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| Gonna get real messy
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| Don’t think were crazy fools
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| 'cause we role around town
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| Rocking crazy jewels
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| We already dun paid our do’s now Big Bro’s the family
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| That’s making the moves
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| Only got one motto
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| «Never to lose»
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| Get your hands in the air
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| Now follow the rules
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| Summertime is the time you’ve been waiting for oh yeah!
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| There’s always a party
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| Somewhere round the way
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| Summertime is the time you’ve been waiting for oh yeah!
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| There’s always a party
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| Somewhere round the way |