| Y’all already know, Slot-A-Lot, So So Def
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| And if you a bad chick, get on the floor and
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| How the, how the hell did you get all o' that in dem jeans?
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| How the, how the hell did you get all o' that in dem jeans?
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| 'Cuz your waist so little and your ass is like whoa
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| 'Cuz your waist so little and your ass is like whoa
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| Prada, Gucci, tell me what you like
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| Coach bag with the shoes to match, forget the price
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| Marc Jacob shades, 50 karats, all ice
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| Model in dem jeans for me, luxury, now that’s your life
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| That’s the type of shit I’m on, let me see you get them on
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| Back it up a bit, yeah, that’s it 'cuz I can see your thong
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| Caramel skin tone, damn, you look like Nia Long
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| Don’t be actin' like that, lil' mama 'cuz I can leave you 'lone
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| Mix the lime with that Patron, that’s what we drinkin' on
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| She wanna go out to eat but me, JD, I’m thinkin' home
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| Just so I can see ya moan, what the hell? |
| We both grown
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| Wearin' dem jeans like that’ll make me take trips with you to Rome
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| Hey now, hey, hey, hey now, hey
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| You know they thick from the STL to the A now, A Town
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| Hey now, hey, hey, hey now, hey
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| Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down
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| Damn, girl, how you get all o' that in dem jeans?
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| Dem jeans, how you get all o' that in dem?
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| Damn, girl, how you get all o' that?
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| Is you talkin' to me? |
| Yeah, you
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| I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
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| Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on
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| Bet you had to lay back on the bed just to zip 'em up
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| Am I right? |
| You right, baby, that’s what’s up
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| Now, now, now when you walkin', girl and you make it swirl
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| It’s hard for me to look and not want you up in my world
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| Bubbled up, ohh, pokin' out, hey
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| Lickin' my lip sayin', Shawty, swing it my way?
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| Damn ma, how the hell you get all o' that in dem pants, ma?
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| I hope you ain’t up in here with your man, ma
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| I love it when you wiggle it and shake it
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| Drop, trick it, drop and do your little dance, ma
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| True Religion, 7's or dem Rocking Republic
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| Or the ones that fit the best and show it just how we love it
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| Know just how to hug it, know just how to cuff it
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| So when you walk away, it make me wanna rub and say
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| Hey now, hey, hey, hey now, hey
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| You know they thick from ATL down to H Town
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| I’m sayin', hey now, hey, hey, hey now, hey
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| Let me help you with dem jeans, baby, lay down, c’mon
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| Damn, girl, how you get all o' that in dem jeans?
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| Dem jeans, how you get all o' that in dem?
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| Damn, girl, how you get all o' that?
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| Is you talkin' to me? |
| Yeah, you
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| I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
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| Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on
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| Bet you had to lay back on the bed just to zip 'em up
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| Am I right? |
| You right, lady, that’s what’s up
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| I don’t mean to be rude but I like the way you move
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| Got your boy in the mood, let’s go back to my jacuzz'
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| I ain’t like them other fools, gotta play by my rules
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| Face down, ass up, pants off, look, ooh
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| There it go, don’t be scared, let it show it, I like them curves
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| Make that thing talk, when you walk, I’m slurrin' my words
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| Drop it to the floor, you heard, ain’t no hatin', girl
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| You hotter, seen a lotta stallions but man, you workin' with a lot
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| Damn, girl, how you get all o' that in dem jeans?
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| Dem jeans, how you get all o' that in dem?
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| Damn, girl, how you get all o' that?
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| Is you talkin' to me? |
| Yeah, you
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| I bet you had to jump up and down just to put 'em on
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| Bet you had to wiggle it around just to put 'em on
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| Bet you had to lay back on the bed just to zip 'em up
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| Am I right? |
| You right, baby, that’s what’s up |