| Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
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| Yeah, yeah, yeah, ooh
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| Yeah, yeah. |
| Yeah, yeah!
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| Okay, ooh.
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| I eat a lil' hoe like animal
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| These niggas so sweet, they so Danimal
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| I’m bustin' your head like a cantaloupe (ooh)
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| Call me if you need the antidote (yeah)
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| I lick that lil' bitch like a platter (ooh)
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| I’m really not into the chatter (okay)
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| If it ain’t bout money don’t matter (okay)
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| They say I’m up next like a batter (okay)
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| Overseas but I’m not in no battle (okay)
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| She love me cause I speak on that gospel (okay)
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| I got that gang and it’s hostile (okay)
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| I mentor these hoes like apostle (okay)
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| Margiela the toes, Fendi the shirt
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| Yo bitch she so hurt I put you in the dirt
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| I ride in the drop, I ride in the vert
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| This choppy a' squirt, boy stay on alert
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| Like how the hell are you broke
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| But you swear you know the key? |
| (ooh)
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| Niggas tryin' to be like me but salary Mickey D’s (ooh)
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| Laughin' at you niggas and it’s really plain to see (ooh)
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| Kobe on my wrist, and I’m smokin' out the P (ooh)
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| At Neiman’s I’m breakin' they neck (okay)
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| At Saks I’m throwin' the check (okay)
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| Grape Fanta I mix with the Tech (okay)
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| Your girl still giving me neck (okay)
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| At Neiman’s I’m breakin' them necks (okay)
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| At Saks I’m throwin' them checks (okay)
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| Grape Fanta I mix with the Tech (okay)
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| Your girl still giving me neck (okay)
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| Like, yeah! |