| Let’s go Got another hit, of fresh air!
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| Ooh, got another hit!
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| Platinum chains, down to my dick
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| I’m so sick, I’m like flames, light up ya bitch
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| Get it hot like 'dro, and firin' and pink slips
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| You at the club alone now she hidin' in my whip but kick it I know just what you need, you need to fuck with me
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| 'Coz when you ballin' with Joey you in another league
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| Somethin' like Doji, Chloe diamonds, and better weed
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| I’m four-wheelin' through roads you mighta never seen
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| Take you on trips, you know the minimal shit, the basic
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| Long as your dip is official, if we’re twistin' you lace it Spit it amazin' when I’m layin' the mack game
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| I could, put 'em in chains and give 'em blings and cashy rings
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| Like delicious, thug passionate candy cane
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| Know you could, stay witcha mayne and just quit playin'
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| I ball with the best of them, flossin' the emblem, come on First playa front get applause from T.S. |
| and them, clap my niggas
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| I know what bitches like
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| What?
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| They wanna live it live
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| They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
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| They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
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| Yeah pa, you got it right
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| That’s what my bitches like
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| But I know what niggas like
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| What?
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| They wanna hit it right
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| They want a chick that’s willin' to strip on the first night
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| True
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| The type of chick that’ll make you forget about ya wife
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| Yeah ma, you got it right
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| That’s what my niggas like
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| I pull up to the club in the truck
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| Like what the fuck is up!
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| I stay out with the blunt, 'coz I don’t give a fuck
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| With, L I D niggas, know who I be And I know what niggas like, niggas like me Pretty Remy on the rocks in the V.I.P
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| See, niggas like menages and overnight parties
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| Butt naked bitches in the hotel lobby
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| I plays the bar 'coz they don’t charge me Plus niggas like thongs to bras in white T’s
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| Outside it’s a fight over me
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| 'Coz I’m what niggas like
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| Yeah, you better get it right
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| You know my shit is tight
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| If you live we’ll be fuckin' today, as long as you ain’t
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| Touchin' my pay, this shit is nothin' to me
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| I got my mind right, my money right, I’m pushin' a Benz
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| Plus I’m a dime like, whoa, got niggas lookin' for Rem'
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| I know what niggas like
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| What?
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| They wanna hit it right
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| They want a chick that’s willin' to strip on the first night
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| True
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| The type of chick that’ll make you forget about ya wife
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| Yeah ma, you got it right
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| That’s what my niggas like
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| Well, I know what bitches like
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| They wanna live it live
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| They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
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| They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
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| Yeah pa, you got it right
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| That’s what my bitches like
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| You know a lot mama
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| How about we take a nice cruise to the Bahamas
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| With ice daquiris and jewels, picture
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| Just me and you under the palm trees
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| Up on the beach in your bikini and we feelin' the breeze
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| But baby, I know just what you need
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| You need some Hennessey
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| And in a minute we’ll finish it with a little me Sex into sleepin' on bedsheets outta Italy
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| Then send yo' ass back home without no energy
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| Yo, after I take you on a night on the town
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| We could, slide to the telly when nobody’s around
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| The next-door neighbors complainin'
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| Because they hearin' the sound
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| It’s goin' down do-down do-down, do-do-down
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| I know what bitches like
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| What?
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| They wanna live it live
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| They want a nigga with eight figures that can give 'em ice
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| They wanna chill up in Villa with me every night
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| Yeah pa, you got it right
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| That’s what my bitches like
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| But I know what niggas like
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| They wanna hit it right
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| They want a chick that’s willin' to strip on the first night
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| Come on The type of chick that’ll make you forget about ya wife
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| Yeah ma, you got it right
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| That’s what my niggas like |