| Misdemeanor Ugh!
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| You don’t wanna speak my name
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| Mess around get that ass blown away
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| Blaaah!
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| Fool gone away
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| I didn’t even like your tail anyway
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| Missy got somethin’to say
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| I ride down the block in an escalade
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| Bling bling all in your face
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| I think you might need to put on your shades
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| Blaaah!
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| I know you feel me tho
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| You hatin’on me, but you hear me tho
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| Twenty inch rims sittin’crazy low
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| AAAAHHHHHHH! |
| I’m a crazy ho
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| I’m a keep the party live
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| Me and Timbaland gonna flip it tonight
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| Keep yo hands in the sky
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| Wave? |
| em round like your crazy high
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| Hugh!
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| Time to lick shots
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| Time to see you dance
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| Hey you, why you frontin'
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| Blaaah!
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| Time to lick shots
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| Time to see you dance
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| Hey you, why you frontin'
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| Blaaah!
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| You don’t know who I be You mammy tell you not to fuck wit me If I give you head, you’ll never leave
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| Raaah!
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| Stop sweatin’me
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| Flip it on the black hand side
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| Look it here boy, don’t you even try it Make me dislocate your spine
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| My rings put your shine like turpentine
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| What you comin’around hang out fo?
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| Baby him know, you just want my dough
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| Get cha black ass on the flo
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| Fool touch me, that’s a no no
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| Raaah!
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| Mr. DJ won’t you play that song
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| Tell the freaks shake they nasty thongs
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| Hey boys won’t you sing along
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| Cause we gone rock the party til’the early morn
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| Y’all don’t hear me (hot)
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| You got your guns but you don’t scare me (ooooooh)
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| Originality is leary (ugh)
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| My only style and I ain’t sharin'(back up, back up? easy now)
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| Hey Y’all (hot)
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| Let’s turn it up and tear the club down (ugh)
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| Grab your drinks and give me two rounds (zooooo)
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| I’ll break you off I’m goin’down down
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| Watch yourself, I’m about to turn it up |