| Let me see your hands raise, if you playa made
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| Let the Screw bang, go on and do your thug thang
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| (We can do it like this, we can do it like that
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| You can hit it from the front) or I could hit it from the back
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| Gotti we gone slide down swang wide (aiight)
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| We gone ride gray or peanut butter buck eyed
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| Then we gone tip toe, so slow
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| We gone wreck the slab for the dirty third coast
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| Hell we gone post up, on the lot
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| Fifth drop screens lit, trunk pop
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| Stash spot, cash box, on vogue socks
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| Old shoes chrome laces giving haters blues
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| Banging what Screw, tell me what it do
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| Shocking and rocking club and the thug and staying true
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| I’ma do my thug thang, bang bang, chitty chitty chop
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| With the stash unlocked, trunks staying hot
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| HA, green sticky la, deep in the shop
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| Cardiay kicking times
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| It’s a party baby bounce, bounce sugar hit the flo'
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| I’m on the cool up in the fo', in the newest Gucci clothes
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| Bout to drop it to the door, baguettes touching my navel
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| Body rocking kinda slutty, served out like? |
| label?
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| We got, a stable full of pop |
| That dish the satellite and throw cable at the spot
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| Up on the table if it’s able to get wet like a mop
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| And after we wreck the spot we can just ride
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| I’ma do it like this, I’ma do it like that
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| I can hit it from the front (or I could hit it from the back)
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| I’ma put it in your crack, see how you act
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| If you like it on your knees, you could have it for a snack
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| I’m a fat mack, in a handy bag with a snub with em
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| Broads like the way the fat mack do his thug thizzel
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| When I hit em with my love then I got em
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| I’ma hit it from the top, I’ma put it in a bottle
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| I’ma hit it from the back, the big black Casanova
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| I’ma put it in your head and I’ma set it on your shoulders
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| Syrup in the soda, talking bout the Barre
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| Foreigner car, feeling like a fallen star
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| Bout the menage 'tois ain’t that what that Pokey said
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| Never been scared, Southside’ll leave you dead
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| And call me Big Meaty, call me Big Meaty
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| Don’t come into my room if you ain’t gone get freaky
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| Working on his boys, run through em like a tractor
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| Out the Southside, Moe-Yo make the god damn adapter |
| I ain’t even quit, I’m doing mighty fast
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| Sitting on glass, Moe-Yo showing my naked ass
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| It’s the Moe-Yo freestyle I’m so throwed
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| Southside playa putting it down, cho-cho
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| Playas get chosen, like M-O-E
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| Put it in your middle yes the big body
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| Riding big tractor, I’m a money stacker
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| Out the Southside Moe-Yo I’m kinda actor
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| Act a damn fool, on this damn tape
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| Like Po-Yo said got them hoes screaming RAPE!!! |