| Oh, so you make a brother wanna get it off, take it off right where you stand
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| Oh, thinking of the ways that you could play with it, every single way you can
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| I never wanna wake up, damn
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| You really didn’t waste no land
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| Cause the thang that be popping on the floor for me with got me thinking you
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| ain’t got no man
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| Yeah, we doing that damn thing, we’re drinking back to back, girl
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| You got a thing for bad boys, you get exactly that, girl
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| And if they balling they balling, but girl we riding high
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| Cause even popping these bottles part of my 9 to 5
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| She said ''I wanna drink'', I said ''I understand''
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| She telling me ''tonight that I ain’t got no man''
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| So I’mma pop these bottles and we gon' live it up
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| I see you looking thirsty, girl, go and get your cup
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| She’s telling me what she wants to do
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| Gotta give her news
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| So I’m popping these bottles
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| Let’s live tonight and forget the time
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| Having fun tonight, popping these bottles
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| She wanted a baller, I wanted to ball
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| I fit the description, baby, just look at my car
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| I took her to places she never been to before
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| Introduced her to designers, knock that Louie Vuitton
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| Might bump into Hov, she speaking to B
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| All the bottles of gold, 2−3 cases a week
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| Women adore me, haters avoid me
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| Feds wanna record me, nigga, applaud me
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| Boss — hundred in my watch
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| Never excersice, but they know we run the charts
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| All these suckers ducking everytime we bust a shot
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| Balling in the club and these bottles don’t stop
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| What it do, ma? |
| What it feel like?
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| I’m right here stepping down your pipe
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| Thinking about what it would feel like tonight
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| Like yeah, get 'em in a real nice buzz
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| Get 'em in the mood, filling their cups
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| Get 'em in the rush, get 'em in a bunch
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| Hit 'em on the butt, don’t hit me on my nuts
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| Hit 'em up 'til the motherfucker roar
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| We in here tearing it up
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| Take that off, baby, lower that trunk
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| Make it bounce, I can make you cum, church
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| We ain’t never gave a fuck
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| Doing our thing like it ain’t nothing
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| Can’t front, we chasing the paper
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| Like yeah, that’s what’s up
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| Pop that bottle and bring your gut
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| YOLO — you only live once
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| Denne teksten kommer fra Rap Genius Norge!
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| These lyrics are brought to you by Rap Genius Norway! |