| Yeah. |
| Come fuck wit us.
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| Yeah, ya’ll know what to do to this shit
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| Yeah, haha, streets
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| We bout to do it again
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| We bout to do it again
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| We bout to do it again niggas
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| I hope ya’ll ready
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| Check it, check it, c’mon, WOO
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| Check out the technique
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| C’mon, spit flow and bag up the next freaks
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| Soldier wit a quicker ho that a live on the next street
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| Over playa then do this shit again next week
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| Gettin this paper, phat chicks up in the next Jeep
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| Probably listen closer if you let the check speak
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| I keep fire cause niggas respect heat
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| Look, I spit fire then come up the best beats
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| I said I pull the spot from here way down on South Beach major
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| Globalize, then blow down a South Beach ager
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| Check it, banana yellow G wagon for the whole saggin
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| Feel the fox mink draggin on the floor watch it
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| You really need to stop
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| Just copped the rob blueberry Lamborghini drop
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| C’mon, stay struntin with the mini bop
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| Niggas know when we step in the place, the whole city stop
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| (Meka)
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| Better tell 'em if they ain’t know, put 'em on shorty
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| (We know how you be doin it baby) How we be doin it baby
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| (We know how you be takin it off) How we take it from 'em
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| (We know how you be killin 'em baby) How we killin 'em
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| (We know how you be ready to ball) c’mon, c’mon, you know we ready to do it
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| (We know how you be drivin 'em crazy) Make 'em crazy now, c’mon
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| (We know how you be breakin if off) You know we breakin it off, let’s go
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| (So come and get it down for me baby) Put it down now
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| (And make it hot 'til they take it off)
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| This is a shake down (c'mon)
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| Weakin your whole shit ' til it break down (uh huh)
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| Speak to the whole clique 'til we take down dudes
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| Put the heat to 'em make them put the cake down dude (dude)
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| Scrape down food (food), niggas stay hungry 'til the shit is over
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| Spit and make the tape sound rude
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| Ha, niggas get screwed, see they ain’t really worth not a thing
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| But only gettin on the stage to get booed
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| Kennedy loft hoes mackin at the top of the Trump Towers
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| Rockin fly Versace, cherry cloth robes (robes)
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| Like ghostface the most ready just for the glow
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| Showcase the most, them niggas sure to blow
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| No waste a time, you know we sure to grow
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| I’m sayin no place a mine, is for them corny hoes
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| C’mon, with all this paper and the shit we copin
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| We keepin it gully and know we always keep it poppin
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| Ha, get that money
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| Come fuck wit us
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| Hands in the sky
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| Keep on livin
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| Do your own thing
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| All my people holla and let me hear ya reply
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| Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
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| Say take it off (YOU BETTER TAKE IT OFF)
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| Say take it off (TAKE IT OFF)
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| Say take it off (BETTER TAKE IT OFF)
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| C’mon, ha, we hold a rock boy
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| The way we on fire call a nigga hot boy
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| Hot, we raise the level to we blow the spot boy
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| And watch the water boil and spill over the pot boy
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| Listen, I hope you know you need to stop boy
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| Frontin and tryin be somethin you not boy
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| Listen again we keep on bangin and pissin 'em off
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| Spazzin on niggas until we silence or finish 'em off
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| (*skit after the song is over*)
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| Male: Yeah
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| Female: Wait, wait, wait hold on
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| M: Come on let me put it right here, what you doin? |
| What you doin?
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| F: Hold on, hold on, wait, wait, wait, got a rubber?
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| M: I don’t need no rubber, you look clean, wait the fuck you ain’t go no
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| pimples or nothin
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| F: Na, na, you ain’t runnin up in here without no jimmy
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| M: Ah, you fuckin actin like that
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| F: You better find one
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| M: Aight so, aight so, hold on, hold on, don’t yo
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| M: Just stay, just like that, don’t even, just stay
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| F: I’m not leavin
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| M: Aight cool, hold on, hold on
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| M: I knew I had a condom what the fuck man (*crinkling noises*)
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| M: Where the fuck is a condom when you need one?
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| (*sounds of a horse galloping*)
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| Trojan Man: It is I, Trojan Man! |
| (*echo*)
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| M: Oh shit, oh thank God it’s you, you got a condom man?
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| TM: No, I only have one trick cover left, and my hormones are risin
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| TM: And I want your bitch to taste it (*echo*)
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| TM: Trojan Man! |
| (*humming sound*)
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| And I don’t give a fuck what you say
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| Cause I still believe you could catch AIDS from tongue kissing a bitch
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| So remember always strap your shit up (*echo*)
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| Trojan Man! |