| Go head and move it, mama, I’m down to see you shake it
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| I live for money, honey, you make me wanna make it
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| I give a bloody fuck bout if you gots a couple rolls
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| I cut a line, you cut a rug, go head and touch your toes
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| And now we up in here acting like some fucking clowns
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| Tipping while we sipping, bout to order up another round
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| Spark it up to burn it down, ain’t nobody’s hurting now
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| Your bitch looking at me like I’m lunch, the tables turning round
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| W-A-V-Y, they can see why I be spazzing
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| The party go hard, we waking up, don’t know what happened
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| From moody to laughing, to ready for action
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| Took another shot, sat down and watch that booty clappin'
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| She doing the back bend straight out of the Matrix
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| Nothing short of impressive the way she move them fake tits
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| Fronting like a slave, baby girl just want to take six
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| Cause she be the type of chick that I might wanna cave with
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| No mama, no drama here, I’m comfy without a care
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| Right after we get it in, we gon' get up out of there
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| Wouldn’t bother teasing, baby girl ain’t tryna play with ya
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| Six minutes, it’s on and I got seven words to say to ya
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| Got her filling in the blaze like she filling out them pants
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| Niggas holding up the wall like they don’t know how to dance
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| Ain’t nobody as wavy the way we pre-game in advance
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| We so Uncle Rico, we gon' stick them chicks up in their vans
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| They think it’s all sun rays and sippin Alizé
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| They tripping off fame, game different now-a-day
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| CES all day, hit them with the power play
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| They better drop down when me weapon calibrate, yeah!
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| Let the song play and yes I’m read' to bone
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| Sexing weapon stretching, pressin' 'til ya epinephrine gone
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| Left impression on, it was nothing to give up after dome
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| That’s a known threat, when Tech was on X, I went to the metronome
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| To the beat, what a week, for the peach I seek and I gotta go deep
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| On a beach, gonna reach lot of peaks, I skeet then I wanna go sleep
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| I’m the samba, run upon the nana
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| Gone like mom made bomb ganja lasagna
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| Got your mind in disarray, tripping off what a nigga say
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| Don’t wanna make me get the K, take it away when you disobey
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| Left no life, we lose ya, rockets, rifles, Rugers
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| Thinking it blow and wouldn’t be letting it cause you bite, no Bruiser
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| Better not a nair square nigga come and want some
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| Let her get your airfare, nigga, when the funk come
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| He fucking with family, I seen red
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| For reallies, we bucking, busting 'til everyting dead
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| Off in my circle, everyting red
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| Ballers, building bars, you better bring bread
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| Whoever wanna see me need a ticket
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| All the bitches got interest for me to stick it cause I’m wicked
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| They think it’s all sun rays and sippin Alizé
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| They tripping off fame, game different now-a-day
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| CES all day, hit them with the power play
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| They better drop down when me weapon calibrate, yeah!
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| Oh, you wanna play? |
| Cool, I wanna play
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| I can come through and break it down any kind of way
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| Hulk mindstate, radiate like gamma ray
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| All day, what Speedy Gonzales say: andalé
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| Eh, say andalé, Del like Lana Ray
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| They act tough but they melt like Monterey
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| See how them rise and then fell like economy
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| Kanye West, welcome to my dark fantasy
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| I sacrifice rap crews, never quality
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| When I wreck the beat, boy, I make no apology
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| Hot air they blow like wind then they gone away
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| Ish that y’all tolerate, I cannot accommodate
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| Ha, it’s comedy the way I dominate
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| Nominate me for the modern day monarchy
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| Say what you wanna say if you wanna follow me
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| Know that the artistry pump through my arteries
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| Double O control, I’m so Sean Connery
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| In the game to gain my total autonomy
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| Eh, say la-da-di, flow till the water break
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| Hand over your heart and bow, namaste
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| They think it’s all sun rays and sippin Alizé
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| They tripping off fame, game different now-a-day
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| CES all day, hit them with the power play
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| They better drop down when me weapon calibrate, yeah! |