| Woah
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| Woah
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| Drinks in the air like, everybody feel like
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| Woah
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| Woah
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| Everybody hands in the sky like, we run the night like
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| Woah
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| Woah
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| Drum beatin' harder than a bongo
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| She drop it down low
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| Woah
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| Woah
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| Up on the seams they watch me now
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| Gotta light the shisha, then we pass the Chardonnay
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| Poppin' bottles we ain’t leaving till the morning
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| Let me see you put your lighters in the air
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| Shorty wine up on my body like you want it
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| She movin' fast, she winin' slow
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| She’s tellin' me, that she’s ready to go
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| I’m spending cash, geronimo, when Massari in the party make the club go
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| Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom
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| Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom
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| Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom bom bom
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| Bom ba-ba-bom bom bom
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| Watching me, watching me like a movie in a club
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| We run tings, know a-big tings we run
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| Rock wit me, rock wit me, got’cha body burnin' up
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| Push it back on me, touching me, like you wanna give it up
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| I wanna, pull you pon your waist, you’ll never wanna leave
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| I got you right where you wanna be
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| And I know, tonight I’m gonna make you fall in love with me
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| Girl I’ll be makin' your body scream
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| I got what you want, pull up and stunt
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| Right, right lookin like first of the month
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| I’m talking forty a feature, Bad bitch on the Shisha
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| And then we cash out smoking smoking that Keysha
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| Hide till the morning, Bad baddy I’m?
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| Watch em land on the chalk, came out fresh now I’m coming
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| I know I talk like a pimp, with the Ghost like a Mac
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| Taking off like a ship, Play that post like Shaq
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| Call it fever for money, Morocco all sunny
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| Put the med on the wheel, Thirty chains on my stomach
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| Got plenty to smoke, Champagne for the pain
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| Doing doing the most, you know we running the game
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| MONTANA! |