| Put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper
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| Feeling so clean, it don’t get no fresher
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| Chillin' in the freezer when I’m under pressure
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| I put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Chilling in the freezer when I’m under pressure
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| I put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper
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| Can’t handle this volume
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| Can’t handle this
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| Can’t handle this song
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| But you going bounce to this shit
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| Bounce to this shit
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| Bounce to this shit
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| Put your this face on, lemme see you bounce to this shit
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| Phone calling I’m pressing red
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| Only red cup that’s in my hand
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| I ain’t got the time, so why you asking
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| I got a flight to catch, I’m always traveling
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| They packing
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| Put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper
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| Feeling so clean, it don’t get no fresher
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| Chillin' in the freezer when I’m under pressure
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| I put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Drivin' backwards through Rome in a Range Rover
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| You skatin' on thin ice, Anna Kournikova
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| Rap game Tony Danza with the hot handles
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| No tint on the glasses, Colonel Sanders
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| I can Las Vegas valet at the Wynn
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| The burly boys in the candy blueberry Benz
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| I done rock more ice than Michelle Kwan
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| Aw shit, look who it is: the white Barry Bonds
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| A heavy weight, you a feather weight
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| I can meditate, make my drum levitate
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| I used to go campin' in that inward flannel
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| Ghost stories over Versace candles
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| RiFF!
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| Put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper
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| Feeling so clean, it don’t get no fresher
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| Chillin' in the freezer when I’m under pressure
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| I put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Put it on ice like the musicals
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| Shootin' for the top no Call of Duty though
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| Doctor weather sippin', sippin on her like a Dr Pepper
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| I ain’t thinkin' with my pecker
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| But when I am in Atlanta she know 'Mac a spender
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| Swerve like landos when they catching canvas
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| Women gettin friendly treasure landin pimpin
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| And the windows tinted and this shit is bangin
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| Leave this bitch there, goddamn
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| Chick with me and she far from dizzy
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| But she kinda dizzy from these round trips
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| And she talkin money you don’t hear a quip
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| Every last nigga
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| Makin' anthems with my lady
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| Going on tangents, making papers
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| Haters that play it just bring green
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| Two million and a half, Charlie Sheen
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| Wrist glisten and the neck glean
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| So supreme like sean stussy
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| Grip the pistol, it’s easy choosing
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| So in any battle, ain’t no better than losing
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Dr Pepper, Dr Pepper
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| Chillin' in the freezer when I’m under pressure
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| I put it on ice bitch, Dr Pepper |