| We rollin' vogues wit triple gold on Cadillac’s
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| Smokin' doja gettin' blowed up, chillin' in the back
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| Smokin on that wood got my mind feelin' right for when I ride out tonite
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| And I’m quick to pull any trick that I like because I’m so pimp tight
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| Well I wanna pimp all the hoes
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| In a L-Dog Lac, gold shoes sittin' on vogues
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| Say you wanna roll reefer slow
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| Two niggas in the back gettin' hi straight smokin' my dope
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| I know you love it when you see me ride
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| You run and hide because you know that I’m bringin' it live
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| And no disrespect, if they cash the check
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| They comin' out wit the .45 between they eyes
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| Young nigga can you feel me
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| I know you wanna kill me but you can’t touch the G
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| I got dick for them sluts to beat
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| Plenty game for them hoes so you can’t fuck wit me
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| We comin' straight from the S-O-U-T-H, true P-L-A-Y-A
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| You in the land of the Candyman
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| You best crown the man and never playa hate
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| We get hi like everyday
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| Got some killa ass weed, do you wanna participate
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| Fuck nigga don’t hesitate
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| Take two puffs of the blunt nigga straight pass it to me |
| I make yo girl wanna masturbate
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| So bend on over and shake that ass in a faster way
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| Tonite I can be yo candy licker
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| Yo big dick sticker nut 'em up in a nasty way and…
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| Hook
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| Well it’s Friday night and I’m feelin' aight
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| Got a pound and a pocket full of optimos
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| Rollin' 4 deep in my Caddy smokin' weed
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| Tricks sweatin' me but I ain’t finna jock them hoes
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| (Pimp:But young pimp we can stop them hoes
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| and show them hoes what niggas from the South be like)
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| Get on in, we got weed and gin
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| But tell yo friend that we goin' to the fight tonite
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| Open up the doors to the club and show me love
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| And if you scared get up on this bud
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| A fifth of that Henn ??? |
| and I’ma freak you like you never was
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| Later on let me lick you up and all around
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| And watch yo pants come tumblin' down
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| This lame got a squeaky bed but bitch gimme head
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| And when you done we can fuck on the ground
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| Cause I know you like them freaky sounds
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| But hold on baby, I know you ain’t tryin' to fake the funk
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| You must take me for a young ass punk who can’t make ya jump |
| I’ll freak yo ass till yo back get slumped
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| And I know you wanna ride in my drop-top Lac
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| Cause it’s pretty and it’s sittin' on vogues
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| Wit a candy paint job that’ll light the whole block up
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| Are you blind from the shine of my spokes and…
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| Hook
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| I know you really wanna know why
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| This young ass pro I treat them hoes like Eskimos
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| I treat 'em dirty cold when the door close
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| Comin' out they clothes till a nigga don’t wanna have sex no more
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| See you never heard that before
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| But that’s a young playa kickin' game ???
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| What you think I got the rest here for
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| Better respect the folk
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| You get boned when ???
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| But yeah shawty I’m a pimp though
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| And if you didn’t know, still get the game to the up to the most
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| I’m not really the kind though
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| But if you bold enough I’ll lay you down and we can fuck on the flo'
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| So…
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| Do you wanna ride wit me
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| I got that yak on side of me
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| Collard green smoke comin' outta me
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| White folks comin'
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| Better hide the weed, ya better hide the cheese, ya better hide the ki’s
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| That’s what keeps yo pockets fat |
| 4 or 5 niggas in my Cadillac
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| Smokin' bud gettin' blazed in the back
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| Hoes be actin' scandalous when it comes to showin' us love
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| I’ma tell you hoes straight up: if you don’t fuck don’t hang wit us
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| My crew be bout that dirty shit, all about that nutty shit
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| If you not down to die for it then you must not be lovin' it
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| Bitch we…
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| Hook |