| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah, yeah
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| Yeah
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| Bad bitches on my line, gotta hit 'em all
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| Packs, gotta get it off
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| Feeling like I’m Tony, I got good soft
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| One phone call, knock your hood off
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| I got them groupies in Atlanta, yeah, Louis bandana
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| I do Faygo, not the Fanta, yeah
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| I’m from the land, blue hundreds, rubber bands
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| She want a band, bitch poppin' on the 'Gram
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| She wanna dance, yeah, shake something, yeah, yeah
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| Shake something, shake something
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| You wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| You wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| You wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| I throw them bands, she gon' make something
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| She wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| Yeah, shake somethin'
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| For that Louis red bottoms, she gon' shake something
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| She didn’t have no stripper name 'til I gave her one
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| You ain’t getting to the money, better make some
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| We gon' party all night, it’s like eight something
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| Real bosses don’t speak, don’t gotta say nothing
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| Lil baby always down for me, yeah, she my favorite one
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| Uh, give a fuck if they was real sisters
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| Yeah, I’m a savage, I’ma still hit her
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| I got all this fly shit in front of me
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| I’m a young boss, boy, you under me
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| CEO, yeah, I run the team
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| PNC still the company
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| Bad bitches on my line, gotta hit 'em all
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| Packs, gotta get it off
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| Feeling like I’m Tony, I got good soft
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| One phone call, knock your hood off
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| I got them groupies in Atlanta, yeah, Louis bandana
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| I do Faygo, not the Fanta, yeah
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| I’m from the land, blue hundreds, rubber bands
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| She want a band, bitch poppin' on the 'Gram
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| She wanna dance, yeah, shake something, yeah, yeah
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| Shake something, shake something
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| You wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| You wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| You wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| I throw them bands, she gon' make something
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| She wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| Yeah, shake somethin'
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| One big play, that’s a hundred G’s
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| Shawty don’t love you, she gon' want a fee
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| It’s a hundred yous, it’s just one of me
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| Yeah, she wanna take it off, get up under me
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| We them goodfellas, posted with some real shottas
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| Tell 'em hit my line when they talking real dollars
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| I’m young OG, boy, and I still got it
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| It’s new niggas and they ask me how I feel 'bout it
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| Lot of niggas stealing swag, signing deals 'bout it
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| But she tell me I’m the one, ain’t no way around it
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| Yeah, I’m the one, ain’t no way around it
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| She keep that ass going like the money counter
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| Bad bitches on my line, gotta hit 'em all
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| Packs, gotta get it off
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| Feeling like I’m Tony, I got good soft
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| One phone call, knock your hood off
|
| I got them groupies in Atlanta, yeah, Louis bandana
|
| I do Faygo, not the Fanta, yeah
|
| I’m from the land, blue hundreds, rubber bands
|
| She want a band, bitch poppin' on the 'Gram
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| She wanna dance, yeah, shake something, yeah, yeah
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| Shake something, shake something
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| You wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| You wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| You wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| I throw them bands, she gon' make something
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| She wanna dance, baby, shake something
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| Yeah, shake somethin' |