| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Ay, she poppin' in Prada, she popped a molly
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| Ay, graduate college, she got the honors
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| Ay, hot like wasabi she need a water
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| Ay, hot like the summer I need a water
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| Yeah, they think it’s a jungle
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| I need her number, see what’s under them tight jeans
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| You makin' me love it
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| She get it from mama, she look like Nicki Minaj
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| She said bitch you might be catchin' me rollin'
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| I’m just tryna give you suggestions
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| You could take 'em if you wanted, I won’t regret shit
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| I know you got them other dudes in line, I’m your best bet
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| You should give me time, bring your best friend
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| Girl, will you let me
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| Slide on through, light one too, why not two, yeah
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| Your old man hate me
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| We should probably let bygones do what bygones do
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| If that ain’t cool, well at least a motherfucker tried
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| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| (yes lawd)
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| I’m tryna make the again
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| Like what’s your name, I like your frame, you look West African
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| Remain the same, I never change like what you askin' me
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| You’re Mona Lisa, flawless features
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| You a masterpiece, I seen it with my own two eyes
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| These motherfuckers can’t conceive it like they got they tubes tied
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| Was one soul I get too high, that’s okay
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| The flow is smooth as Oil of Olay, so watch your step please
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| Just stay outta the way 'cause we run this shit like a stampede
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| I just get it on, I’m gonna figure this shit out
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| In love with the rhythm, you could feel it, make her bounce
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| Woman like that niggas smoke her by the ounce
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| But
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| We was tryna show 'em how
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| Illmatic I’m still at it, I’m bombin' like Bin Laden
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| This knowledge has been rationed, the prophet’ll spit less
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| And y’all never ease pass me, y’all got it ass backwards, yes lawd
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| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god
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| Girl, you thick like
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| Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god, oh my god |