| I do it all night
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| I do it
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| Do it
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| All night I make’em say
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| Oh
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| Gimme some more
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| I do it all night
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| My whip is all white
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| I don’t have a couple drinks &I got a 'lil buzz so I’m feelin
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| Alright
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| But the night is just getting started
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| Haters get disregarded
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| Roll up them sweet creep creep
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| Let’s hit this street and get retarded
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| I pop a bunch of bottles
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| My bitch would be poppin' too
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| Keep talkin out your face,
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| She might be poppin you
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| She might be pop blockin' droppin down to the floor with it
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| Meanwhile all my dogs chasing paper thats right we go get it
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| So get it right
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| Kill the lights
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| I’m feelin' like I might just pop a pill tonight
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| 'Cause the feelin’s right
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| Pass me a Miller Light
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| Shen grab that girl with that Coke bottle shape
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| She’s my type
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| I take her home and do the do
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| I know the Kamasutra think what I do to you
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| Stick to you like superglue maybe even like a buble gum
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| Don’t sleep woman no matter how many times I come
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| I do it all night
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| I do it
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| Do it
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| All night I make’em say
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| Oh
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| Gimme some more
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| I do it all night
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| I do it
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| Do it
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| All night I make’em cash
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| Oh
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| Gimme some more
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| I do it all night
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| And I ride’em long pads
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| Maybe little crib could ask I’m gonna ask his shortie what that mouth
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| Had
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| Tell me if he’s out of sight
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| Tell me if he’s slow and long
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| Maybe ladies do give his turn get bub maybe you’re wrong
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| But I’m really gonna show you right
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| Tell me where you wanna go tonight
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| Anywhere anyplace I can see in your face you are the prototype
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| Tellin’em like I’m so so hot
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| So so feelin' like I’m so so right
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| Please tell me why the jokes on fire I can’t stop zoning &I don’t
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| Know why
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| Beep Beep
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| Get about my land
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| Ya hoes can’t do it like me
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| If ya thinkin I’m 'bout the game
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| Take a look at my U.N.I.T
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| This is why I’m black on deck but don’t get it twisted but strap on
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| Deck
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| The mad on deck the pack on deck
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| And down there they keep a rack on deck
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| And there’s no chairs there’s no we there’s no hoover &there's no me
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| There’s they would dem mass MC and there’s messin’dem caddie and
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| There’s on three
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| No matter they say I’m gettin my break
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| Gettin' my paper
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| Get my cheque
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| But anybody wanna try to ass up
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| And gettin some heat
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| How many woman can I feed up in my caddillac
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| So how I can see feelin' like I got cataract
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| Some in the middle with ice say I get drunk
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| And don’t know how to act
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| I don’t know how to act
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| He don’t know how to act
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| And I don’t know how to stop
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| And I don’t know how to quit
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| Blowin' on in the trouble zone
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| Now we need another field
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| And I mean up out my man
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| Now I mean up out my body
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| So have do this all night
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| 'Cause you’re comin' with me shorty |