| I was gone, it was my birthday
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| Don’t pray for us in the sunset
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| In the party, you was off that
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| I see you, you see me back
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| I told the gang to play like the quarterback
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| Aye, 'bout to run it back
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| Baby, throw it back like a do-rag
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| Like a do-rag
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| Or an oversized jersey, uh
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| Give it to me like you know me, uh
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| Don’t talk to me like you know me, uh
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| Give it to me like you owe me
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| And when you walk around know you know me, uh
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| Bad girl, you gon' show me, uh
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| Gimme that A Ok, yeah
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| That A Ok, okay
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| And I need you better than ok, yeah
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| Need you better than ok, um
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| Pardon my whip, valet, my car go fast
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| Girl, don’t you play, I said now
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| Gimme that A Ok
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| Better be better than ok
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| Pardon my whip, valet
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| Baby, give me faith, yeah
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| Shawty get A Ok, yeah
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| Shawty wanna swing my way, aye
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| Shawty wanna serve that bass, uh
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| Told 'em bring that 808, yeah
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| Yeah, oh
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| Yeah, oh, hey, uh
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| Bring it my way, um
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| On a Friday, um
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| Until Monday, um
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| Yes, I love my girls
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| Shawty get a A Ok, okay, okay, yeah
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| Shawty get a A Ok, oh
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| Shawty get a A Ok
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| I’m in this party, drinking my cup and I got my hands up
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| I got some glo-girls all up on me 'cause I got my bands up
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| They gotta pop it for my brothers like they was a Fanta
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| Tropicana, private dancer
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| Don’t call my phone, I can’t answer
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| Aye, don’t spill my drink while you in here dancing
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| Aye, lord knows that I love a cancer
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| Aye, tell em order more, throw it on the dancers
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| And I’ma pour some more if you got your hands up
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| Shawty get A Ok, yeah
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| Shawty wanna swing my way, aye
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| Shawty wanna serve that bass, uh
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| Told 'em bring that 808, yeah
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| Yeah, oh
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| Yeah, oh, hey, uh
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| Bring it my way, yeah
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| On a Friday, yeah
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| Until Monday, yeah
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| Yes, I love my girls
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| Shawty get a A Ok, okay, okay, yeah
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| Shawty get a A Ok, oh
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| Shawty get a A Ok
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| Okay, okay, yeah
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| Yeah, okay, okay, yeah, no |