| Oh damn, that easy
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| She clappin', no hands
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| Ooh, I don’t believe it
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| Right hand to God
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| No, I really mean it
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| She make ya stand up
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| Pledge allegiance
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| Oh damn, that easy
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| She clappin', no hands
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| Ooh, I don’t believe it
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| Right hand to God
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| No, I really mean it
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| She make ya stand up
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| Pledge allegiance
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| Ay, ay
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| Facts on facts
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| Don’t let niggas lie to you
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| Put a cap on cap
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| 2 Guns movie got me feelin' like I’m Denzel
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| She gon' make me bust back to back, ay (uhh!)
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| I know she got a nigga, I don’t see the problem
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| Listen to me, I know she juicy, she never fucked a baller
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| And when he find out, I know he finna holler
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| Tell 'em that we keep two 20's like it’s 40 dollars
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| You know that I be on, bae
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| Hit it from the back in the middle of the day
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| Your ex never hit it like that, no way
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| Shoulda been threw the whole nigga away
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| Oh damn, that easy
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| She clappin', no hands
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| Ooh, I don’t believe it
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| Right hand to God
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| No, I really mean it
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| She make ya stand up
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| Pledge allegiance
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| Oh damn, that easy
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| She clappin', no hands
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| Ooh, I don’t believe it
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| Right hand to God
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| No, I really mean it
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| She make ya stand up
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| Pledge allegiance
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| Sexy in the city. |
| who you came with?
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| Must’ve practiced in the mirror 'fore you came in
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| Yeah, I’m singin' to you, don’t know what your name is
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| Keep doin' that, shawty, we gon' have to change it
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| Put that on me like reverse and rewind
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| How can I front lookin' at that from behind?
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| Booty on 3 like, bust out the seams like
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| Give me the green light, «Valet, the key light!»
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| Ohh oh oh oh!
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| Throwin' that, throwin' that, throwin' that back
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| She gon', tap a nigga out, girl, salute my flag
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| Oh damn, that easy
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| She clappin', no hands
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| Ooh, I don’t believe it
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| Right hand to God
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| No, I really mean it
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| She make ya stand up
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| Pledge allegiance
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| Oh damn, that easy
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| She clappin', no hands
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| Ooh, I don’t believe it
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| Right hand to God
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| No, I really mean it
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| She make ya stand up
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| Pledge allegiance
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| Slam, slam
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| Camera’s comin' out
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| Booty so big, it’s enough to go around
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| I’ma need a taste, got cake by the pound
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| Left right here, it’s goin' down, goin' down
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| Put it on me, put it on me, put it on me, gladly
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| Salty ass bitches hatin' on you, sadly
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| Sweet tooth, fuck around and be your Sugar Daddy
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| Girl, I’m runnin' through these racks
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| Ohh oh oh oh!
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| Throwin' that, throwin' that, throwin' that back
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| She gon', tap a nigga out, girl, salute my flag
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| Oh damn, that easy
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| She clappin', no hands
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| Ooh, I don’t believe it
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| Right hand to God
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| No, I really mean it
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| She make ya stand up
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| Pledge allegiance
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| Oh damn, that easy
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| She clappin', no hands
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| Ooh, I don’t believe it
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| Right hand to God
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| No, I really mean it
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| She make ya stand up
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| Pledge allegiance |