| Yeah, Brooke Valentine
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah DFB, What’s happenin'?
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| Dem Franchize Boys
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| Got a college boy look, honor roll student
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| Shakin' off pounds like I’m Big Mate Luton
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| On the streets I’m a nuisance, whippin' in a blue six
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| Shinin' like a star, but Buddie’s in Houston
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| I’m low key cruisin' wit a big boy purchase
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| Protected by my presence, therefore you’re never nervous
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| I know ya boy worth it, the kid got good game
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| I like that boy swag, I like the name on the kid chain
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| Gold grill on the front, trimmed up in the back
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| I know I gotta cop that, get my hands on it
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| (Then I let go)
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| Before you know it, we’ll be crusin'
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| (Cruse control, that’s the way I like it, baby)
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| Tight shoes on his feet, custom made for me
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| Stands out in the crowd, speed it up or bring it down
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| We’ll roll slow, anywhere you take me, yes I
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| (Need to know, that’s the way I like it, baby)
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| I like 'em pimped out to ride on
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| And when we’re rollin', everybody’s eyes on
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| I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
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| And when we’re rollin', we’re ridin' out to my song
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| I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
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| And where we go, yeah, everybody’s on that
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| I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
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| I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song
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| Ride pimped out, mouth gripped out
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| Gutta on the chain and the charm cost a house
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| Summer, DFB boys, yeah, they wanna lean wit' it
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| Gutta to the core on the scene but I be clean wit' it
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| And hoes know me, Jizzal be tryna get it in
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| Workin' like some Mexicans in the field, with 'round 'bout fifty men
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| See us shippin' in, gettin' it, flippin' it and bring it home
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| That’s why it’s five cars, three accounts and seven acres holmes
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| He breaks when I need to stop
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| Turn me on and take on off
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| Somethin' I can stunt
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| Everything I’d ever want
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| (I got so)
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| Let me see if you can make me
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| (Make me want more, I’ll tell you what I like)
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| But if he costs more than he’s worth
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| The boy ain’t put in work
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| I just give him up, switch wheels on him
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| And I move on, you know I can’t be waistin' time I gotta
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| (Move on, that’s the way I like it, baby)
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| I like 'em pimped out, to ride on
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| And when we’re rollin', everybody’s eyes on
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| I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
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| And when we’re rollin', we’re ridin' out to my song
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| I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
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| And when we go, yeah everybody’s on that
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| I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
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| I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song
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| He’s gotta be fly, if he’s rollin' with me
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| Gotta have a nice frame if he’s messin' with me
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| He needs a smooth ride is he’s cruisin' with me
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| Gotta come around the way if he’s comin' for me
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| He’s gotta be fly if he’s rollin' with me
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| Gotta have a nice frame if he’s messin' with me
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| He needs a smooth ride is he’s cruisin' with me
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| Gotta come around the way if he’s comin' for me
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| I got a new Sony flat, leather couch you can fall on
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| With floors at the house, you can ball on
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| And ride a '06 and got it pimped out
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| I got 'em takin' pictures when the whip’s out
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| All my TV’s flipped out, Pimpin' keep it pimped out
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| And if it’s new, I got it soon it’s shipped out
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| So you know I keep it pimpin' every time
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| It’s DFB bitch and Brooke Valentine
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| I like 'em pimped out, to ride on
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| And when we’re rollin', everybody’s eyes on
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| I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
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| And when we’re rollin', we’re ridin' out to my song
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| I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
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| And when we go, yeah everybody’s on that
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| I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
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| I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song
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| I like 'em pimped out, to ride on
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| And when we’re rollin', everybody’s eyes on
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| I like 'em built tough, so I can rely on
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| And when we’re rollin', we’re ridin' out to my song
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| I want 'em pimped out, baby like my Cadillac
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| And when we go, yeah everybody’s on that
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| I want 'em built up, so I can get my lean on
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| I want 'em pimped out, ridin' out to my song
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| Lose my mind, yes he makes me lose my mind
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| So I gotta keep him close, no I just can’t let him go
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| He’s got the jingles in her mind, slippin' in my pimpin' this time
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| And I just can’t let him go, bet I ain’t gon' let him go |