| Yeah, W-J-I-V-E radio
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| You damn right we jam
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| The phone lines are ringin off the hook
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| But I’m not gon awnser them cuz I don’t wanna hear shit you got say
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| We gotta special guest in the house tonight
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| Little Fate in this bitch, an probly in yours
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| So here’s the number 1 song in the night, when I touch down, by lil Fate
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| (Hook)
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| Now don’t get mad at me cuz ya ho outta pocket and she chose (she chose)
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| Just charge it to the game and find another dame cuz
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| I’m already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin
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| We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin
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| Wood grain an chrome spinnin, hhen I touch down
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| When I touch down
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| (Fate)
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| When I touch down boys frown cuz girls flock around
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| Lil shorty from the A-Town hit the club and buy a round for the whole place
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| Girls a henny straight wit no chase
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| I’m like skin deep, Bo legged and cute face
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| An aggressive playa I stay abroad like 2nd base
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| Gone an cuppa my nigga oops its too late
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| Ya ho chose Fate guess she wasn’t ya soulmate
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| I fucked her on the first date while you spoilt her for months straight
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| So what is it bout Fate that got these girls attracted
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| Imma NVP playa I got the game mastered
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| Got girls, flippin out like gymnastics
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| Gold I got carrots on my neck and wrist
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| A SS impala dubbs on that bitch
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| Hoes scream when I step up from parkin the whip
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| I ain’t conceded dogg, I’m just confident
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| Them niggas heat it cuz they bitches give me compliments
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| (Hook)
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| Now don’t get mad at me cuz ya ho outta pocket and she chose (she chose)
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| Just charge it to the game and find another dame cuz
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| I’m already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin
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| We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin
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| Wood grain an chrome spinnin, hhen I touch down
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| When I touch down
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| (Fate)
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| Now when the spot get shutdown fate Maude is the reason
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| Mink coat V.I.P. |
| in, why you standin inna long line freezin
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| Holdin ya p an, ya girl whisperin come pick me up this evening
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| Once you done dropped her off, just so I can knock her off
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| An expose the lingerie ya just brought man
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| You can’t picture my league I gotta home run stroke
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| After I poke it run home to find a goodbye note
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| She in love wit me folded
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| Thas all that she wrote
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| An she love the way I de-rub her and skid in her throat
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| She a freaky ho, love the way my dick touch her tonsils
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| An I get it for free thanks to niggas like you who sponsor
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| Shoppin sprees, Gucci purses you purchase
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| A 3-carrot ring thinkin its gon make her change no way
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| Shoulda slowed ya rolls stop to think
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| Ya can’t turn a ho into a wife fuck you think
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| (Hook)
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| Now don’t get mad at me cuz ya ho outta pocket and she chose (she chose)
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| Just charge it to the game and find another dame cuz
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| I’m already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin
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| We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin
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| Wood grain an chrome spinnin, hhen I touch down
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| When I touch down
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| (Fate)
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| That’s my girl, you dudes kill me wit your reactions
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| While she in the VIP sippin up and laughing
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| Yall no rank niggas don’t respect the captain
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| If she hustling you then you hustling backwards
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| And thas sad dogg you coulda splirred on yaself
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| Stop trickin to these broads they don’t deserve ya wealth
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| Yall don’t learn nothing else ain’t he the little shorty
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| If ya had ya girl in line she woudnt find time to call me
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| (Hook)
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| Now don’t get mad at me cuz ya ho outta pocket and she chose (she chose)
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| Just charge it to the game and find another dame cuz
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| I’m already outta the dough (of the dough) for sure we big pimpin
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| We blow but keep sippin, this is every day livin
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| Wood grain an chrome spinnin, hhen I touch down
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| When I touch down
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| An they don’t know, about them real thrill niggas
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| Down south who de runnin this shit
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| An they don’t know, about them mid-west hustlers, gangstas an pimps
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| An they don’t know, about them up north niggas who live ready to ride or die
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| An they don’t know, bout them westside, smoked out and they stay high
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| (Jazze)
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| Yeah, I hear you Baby Flex, thas a hot one
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| Tha phone lines are ringin off the hook, so I’ma go ahead turn my ring on
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| It’s a cock market cash winnin weekend
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| 2000 dollars going out to the fattest pussy
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| That will be going down at welcome all ball
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| Chaka Zulu will be judging
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| Also joined for the disturbin the peace, second annual big titties contest
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| We also have a P price contest for yall niggas
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| You’ll get a gold haircut to the nigga who cuff his ho the most
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| This is W-J-I-V-E, oh shit go back shorty
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| You know what, fuck it next song |