| Ahh Huh!
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| Ahh Huh!
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| Uuuugggghhh!
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| Yeah Mane!
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| It’s Magic!
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| E40 &my partna T-Pain
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| (Nappy Boy!!)
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| Open up that garage
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| It’s a big fat car
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| With a big fat bow on top (on top)
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| It’s a Bentley Coupe with the roof let back
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| Now shawty you know that’s hot
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| Imma give her the keys
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| (Uuugghh!!) Ooohh (Uuugghh!!) Ooohh (Uuugghh!!) Ooohh
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| Now shawty sang it to me
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| Oooohh! |
| Ooohh! |
| Ooohh! |
| Ooohh!
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| And Imma give her the keys
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| Oooohh! |
| Ooohh! |
| Ooohh! |
| Ooohh!
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| Uuuugggghhh!!!
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| From a bucket to a Benz
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| A Benz to a Bentley
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| Down with me from the start
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| Got my back like a tank top
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| When I used to be on the block
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| She hid my rocks in her yacht
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| Got a special place in my heart
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| She knows how to play her part
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| Every time I look at you darling
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| I get a hard on
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| You sexy without your make up on
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| I wanna bone
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| Move you out the hood
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| I told you I would
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| I’m not phony
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| We both from the same place
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| Grew up on fried bologna
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| They say the opposites attract
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| But we gotta a lot in common
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| Behind every boss player is a boss woman
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| Imam fiend when it come to our cooking
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| You do your thang
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| Throw down like Paula Dean
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| Neck bones &collard greens
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| Born in the mud, raised in the trap
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| Down ass broad, never been a sap
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| If I ever need bail, went to jail, got popped
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| You’ll be Johnny on the spot
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| You’ll come &get me out
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| A loyalist, not just a friend to me
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| We was meant to be
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| We got chemistry
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| You like when I lay this pipe
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| Been around each other so long
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| They say we starting to look a like
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| Starting to think a like
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| Getting our money right
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| Fuss, fight, then make love all night
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| California king on a California queen
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| My California dream
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| We make a good team
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| It’s the little things that count
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| Any means much
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| Can’t nothing come between us
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| Can’t nothing separate us
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| You’re my backbone
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| You my rib
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| You my chick
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| You my backbone
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| You my rib
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| You my chick
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| It’s the little things that count
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| Any means much
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| Can’t nothing come between us
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| Cant nothing separate us
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| You my backbone
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| You my rib
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| You my chick
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| You my backbone
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| You my rib
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| You my chick
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| Yeah mane!
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| It’s a drought on loyal females
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| The good ones is hard to find mane
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| So when you find a good one
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| Hold on to that broad
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| Mane you hear me |