| Yeah
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| I said one, two, count to three
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| Y’all go crazy, dance with me
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| Wanna see you in the back, like ass & cheeks
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| Wanna see you in the back, like ass & cheeks
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| This my jam no way
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| I don’t fuck with you no way
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| I can’t live like this no way
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| This shit make you do cocaine
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| Do cocaine right now, don’t drink
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| Rail that shit til' brain don’t think
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| Brain don’t think til' do cocaine
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| Do cocaine like John McCain
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| Baby just work that thing
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| Everything you got bust down cocaine
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| Stretch it out wide, bust down with the cheeks (Cheeks)
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| Rich apple pie, nut down on her feet
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| Everybody now
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| One, two, shake yo' boobs (Boobs)
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| Bounce them two till boobs come loose (Yuh)
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| Three, four, lick the floor
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| Lick that tongue 'til hurts all sore
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| I said, «Oh, are you lickin' the floor?»
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| David Letterman, I said it man, no time to ignore
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| I got no cash please, let me into the store
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| Drug money’s all gone please hit me for more
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| Uh, oh, what do you mean?
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| Taste so good with the pork and the beans
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| Yeah, just last week toured Mr. Clean
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| That shit make you do co-ca-ine
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| Oh, lickin' up co-ca-ine
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| Shit so good, turn Yoda green
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| Bend a bitch up like yoga jeans
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| Downward dog, Toyota jeeps
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| Girl ride that hog, my piggy screams
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| Oinky-zoink thoinky-doink thoinky cream
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| Whisk it all up make co-ca-ine
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| Hot sauce rubbin' all on my feet |