| I don’t wanna be a gangsta, a tough man
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| I just wanna hit the strip club and drop one’s
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| And your bitch, she cannot let go, hold on
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| Got me feeling just like Popcaan, like Popcaan
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| Oh gosh, party mad
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| Guess that when I’m winning then we’ll party us
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| Never had a lot, so we party mad
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| Never had a lot, so we party mad
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| Oh gosh, party mad
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| Oh gosh, party mad
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| Oh gosh…
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| Buckshot!
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| Oh gosh, party mad
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| Guess that when I’m winning then we’ll party us
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| Never had a lot, so we party mad
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| Never had a lot, so we party mad
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| Buckshot!
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| I go to the club when I’m feeling all alone
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| Finna hit a couple shots, you know my liver is a stone
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| My pants super, super tight I bought while in a girl’s store
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| She wanna know my digits, so I put it in her phone
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| Those digits like my bank account cry
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| Dizzy like a lizard, hope I make it out alive
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| We never had much so we wanna have it all
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| Posing in the mirror, I’m Sylvester Stallone
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| I don’t wanna be a gangsta, a tough man
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| I just wanna hit the strip club and drop one’s
|
| And your bitch, she cannot let go, hold on
|
| Got me feeling just like Popcaan, like Popcaan
|
| Oh gosh, party mad
|
| Guess that when I’m winning then we’ll party us
|
| Never had a lot, so we party mad
|
| Never had a lot, so we party mad
|
| Oh gosh, party mad
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| Oh gosh, party mad
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| Oh gosh…
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| Buckshot! |