| P-P-P-Lo, time to bring the bass back
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| Ok, ok, ok
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| I got top for a Klondike bar
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| Bitch, get out you can’t eat in my car
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| Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are
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| Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars
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| I got top for a Klondike bar
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| Bitch get out you can’t eat in my car
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| Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are
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| Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars
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| Knock that bitch off her high horse
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| 'Cause I don’t give a fuck about no high horse
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| Spaceship butterfly doors (prft)
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| If it ain’t first class, what you fly for?
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| Now it was A.O.B, Young Pookie, and me
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| Quick to pull up like I’m shootin' a three
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| Bitches go nuts when they hear me speak
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| Bitch, you gon' win when you choose this p
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| I can make the hoe walk the blade with no panties
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| Mac, I can even pimp a nigga out his granny
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| Grimey motherfucker, treat the thot like a geek
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| If the pussy don’t get me paid, I am finna beat my meat
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| Vallejo got me crazy, magazine, Porter Street
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| Chang! |
| Chang! |
| I’m anemic, never lack and pack the heat
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| I made the hoe a winner, all I bought the bitch was cleats
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| She gon' quarter back sneak and run it all up to me (uhh)
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| I got top for a Klondike bar
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| Bitch, get out you can’t eat in my car
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| Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are
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| Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars
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| I got top for a Klondike bar
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| Bitch get out you can’t eat in my car
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| Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are
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| Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars
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| Everywhere I go, they know I’m that bitch
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| Tell that nigga, «Pipe down», he can’t lick this clit
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| I been doing my thing, I make these hoes sick
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| And I would never fight a bitch over no free dick
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| He hit me up on the late night, tryna get his taste right
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| I was in a field, I was tryna get my cake right
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| That nigga a nerd if he don’t know who I is
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| Fuck around on that Vallejo-shit, straight thizz
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| I got topped and we was in your car
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| This nigga on my ass 'cause he know I’m a star
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| And when he leave me, trust he don’t go far
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| 'Cause this pussy got his ass on a close radar
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| Played of like friends but we don’t speak
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| But its a whole 'nother story when we in them sheets
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| He picked me up in your whip and show me he a freak
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| And I left my juices all over your seat
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| I got top for a Klondike bar
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| Bitch, get out you can’t eat in my car
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| Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are
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| Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars
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| I got top for a Klondike bar
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| Bitch get out you can’t eat in my car
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| Your nigga a nerd if he don’t know who we are
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| Hit the stage, skrrt, skrrt, show bars |