| If the party start jumping
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| And the beat start knocking
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| Cuties on the dance floor
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| Out there popping
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| Go girl, go girl, go girl
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| Go on get your money up The way ya boy flip, makes you say the game over
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| Sales ice cold, make music called cola
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| And I ain’t even did commercials for coke a cola
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| Start biting on the shock, watch what tough sold her
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| G, and they wonder why J.I. |
| bragging
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| I done spit so much fire they should call me dragon
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| But not like sisqo
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| Plus I got butter like crisqo
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| So I copped the iced out crystal
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| Man they say my mouth piece is lethal
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| So if you want to battle then my words will eat you
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| Just put your back out, should’ve knew I’ll beast you
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| And I am my own writer, I don’t use dead people
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| If the party start jumping
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| And the beat start knocking
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| Cuties on the dance floor
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| Out there popping
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| Go girl, go girl, go girl
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| Go on get your money up My flow’s so contagious delivery so sick,
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| You might get lnamonia just from hearing me spit
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| So don’t make threats talking what ya ain’t did
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| Cause all wolf tickets is doing is make ya lil’bitch
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| I’m looking for a mill, so I couldn’t be a cactus
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| Cause being dropped ain’t apart of my status,
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| Living off what I might not be the baddest
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| But I’d rather freeze ice then put it in my glasses
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| They askin what, what type of cars getting driven
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| Pull so many strings they think I play guitars for a living
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| Metaphors is the bars I am fitting
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| I ain’t even in the sky, but ya boy meeting stars for a living
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| If you wanna look fresh and you tryna go shopping
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| If you ride by shorties start looking start stopping,
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| Go girl, go girl, go girl
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| Go on get your money up If the party start jumping
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| And the beat start knocking
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| Cuties on the dance floor
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| Out there popping
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| Go girl, go girl, go girl
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| Go on get your money up |