| Hey Jay, Jay, this girl calling you! |
| Right here!
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| What you doing here?
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| Hold up, hold up, hold up
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| Her little shoes on? |
| Who you is?
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| Got on her little outfit
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| I"m saying, what you doing in here, though?
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| For real, mama
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| And you smoking! |
| Who gave you that?
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| Uh-uh, they need to put this lil girl up out of here
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| Girllll …
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| Lil mama, lil mama, lil mama, slow your roll!
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| Lil mama, lil mama, slow your roll
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| She grew up in the hood
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| Get it how she could
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| Switch blade in her purse
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| And she wish a bitch would
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| Only fifteen, uh, but nevermind
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| She need to make money, so she on another grind
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| She done changed her mind
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| She don’t wanna go to school
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| She wanna be a stripper
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| Cuz them girls mak loot
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| She tired of being tased
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| She want Gucci boots too
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| With a fresh hairdo, with Benz on 22's
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| So she looking for cash
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| She don’t wanna fuck with broke niggas
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| She wanna shake her ass
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| For them killers and them dope dealers
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| She know she got the shape on her
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| She can make 'em pay for it
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| So she practice in the mirror everyday for it |