| She ain’t playing, not a bit
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| She don’t fuck around, she with the shit
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| She bounce that ass, till' a nigga get dizzy
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| My, my, my bitch get busy, busy, busy
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| My, my, my bitch get busy, busy, busy
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| (Look at her go)
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| All eyes on her
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| In that? |
| skirt
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| Matchin with the? |
| purse
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| Gotta coordinate, dropped a quarter on her hair
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| Drop it in my lap, let a nigga know it’s real
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| See all stacked up, lil' momma know the deal
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| Baby beat it up, ivander holyfield
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| Get hoes in these churches just for actin' like a ho
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| Only rap nigga out in traffic in the fo' like it’s 1994
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| When i parolled outta?
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| ? |
| young glasses don’t?
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| 'fuck you mean?
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| And ever since I got the gs, that bitch like fuck recess
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| Drop, drop it on the floo'
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| You know I’m high as fuck bitch, keep it on the low
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| She give me good head, call that shit sloppy joe
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| I’m the shit, smell chanel cologne send it all to go
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| Westside, fat ass I get behind her
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| I’m in the pussy all night like a fucking dina
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| Nosey ass pinocchio, rappers be quiet
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| Say you getting more money than me, you a liar
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| Killing shit, gangster attire, bitches admire
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| You sweet as papaya, bandana and the ties
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| Life in the game don’t jeopardize it
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| I’m the truth, put that on Zion
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| T-Rah, shit! |