| Who just stepped off in this game and foresizin them WHITE THANGS
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| and invited y’all to test me wherever they MIGHT HANG?
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| Didn’t need no Hannibal to see Betty got NICE BRAIN
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| Now they thankin I’m disturbed, believe me I’m QUITE SANE
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| See we managed to find them flows somehow it’s EASY Y’ALL
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| Take the hardest Timmy beat massage it and MAKE IT SOFT
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| Go 'head take it off, I won’t tell yo’daddy baby
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| I always had game but I’ve been extra savvy lately
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| You probably saw me at the corners in that candy Dodge Ram
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| Folks who ain’t heard the news say, Look at Andy, God damn
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| That must be renowned fam cause I ain’t even got a Dodge
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| But still that same raggy, quite import in my garage
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| I swear on every ounce of blood in my mama’s veins
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| that I walk these dogs across this country twice to stop the pain
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| So I’m handin Tim the leash and when I do I hope you cry
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| Now tell these sons of bitches get this gate, OPEN WIDE
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| Here we come so please somebody tell them to get, OPEN WIDE
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| Got three Bettys and I might go tell them that they OPEN WIDE
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| Got this thang out on the back country rollin is OPEN WIDE
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| It’s what? |
| OPEN WIDE! |
| It’s what? |
| OPEN WIDE, whoa!
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| Now shit’s, sorta changed, since I strolled, in this thang
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| Cause I froze, on your brain, like a nose, full of 'caine
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| Now I, try me a few drugs just to, find me a new buzz
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| But that, time gave me too much, thank God, I finally grew up How could, I bring this so raw? |
| Pack up, sing your shit on law
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| You mad? |
| Well then that’s yo’loss; |
| that’s why, yo’bitch is on toss
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| Drink up, if you really wanna run, y’all wild like Timmy on the drums
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| They know, not to get me on the rum
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| Four-fifth, that is heavy when I’m done
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| Y’all want me to bust? |
| Y’all sure y’all want me to bust?
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| I’m in the zone to bust — goin adjust to the home of the fuss
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| Am I versatile? |
| Probably the best y’all heard in a while
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| Have mercy child — don’t just shake it twerk it with style
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| Don’t y’all love when I talk? |
| How I sell it the way it was bought
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| The way I was taught — really I fought this battle for naught
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| And in conclusion — let me say that I’m on yo’side
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| To hell with Bubba — now show your pride and OPEN WIDE
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| I was sippin pro, Remi slow, did enough to breakin the law
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| Flavors froze, songs I chose 'til I get the crowd involved
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| So I do shows and I lift clothes and point the mic to y’all
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| Which pistol, could get yo', eyes away from the bar?
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| Problem solved, stir and call the food court in the mall
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| And any chick, that I saw, I got her number and all
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| Help me y’all, if her closet is too small
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| for some domino drawers or a piece of her, bra
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| I would reckon that one of her damn digits is off
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| I legitamately call and end up with a pizza that’s large
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| So I’m, sick of you broads and you, neighborhood stars
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| Don’t care about your cars like Bubba get out the yard
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| Listen, damnit Bubba pay attention to my hoes with extension
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| Got my vogues on suspension, got my pushes in the kitchen
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| Got my streets, on a mission; |
| got my corners with they trickin
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| There’s no fam in this business — came in too fast (sorry) |