| Ooh
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| Ooh, yeah
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| Ooh
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| Ooh
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| And you know I got the
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| My little baby be on it, ask what she gon' home it
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| Twist, snag, I need the moment
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| Fuckboy shit, she don’t condone it
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| Gimme that brain, know she got a diploma
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| Pussy so good, make me fall in a coma
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| Think about it, give a nigga a boner
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| Work of art, she belong in a moment
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| Type of girl you wanna bring to your mamas
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| She play it cool, never startin' no drama
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| Love her 'cause she just be stackin' her commas
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| President shit like Michelle and Obama
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| Piña coladas when we in Bahamas
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| We go, we don’t do Benihanas
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| Ain’t got a question, know she’s a rider
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| Anything that she need, you know that I got
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| You gotta hit my line, line, line
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| Shorty so fine, fine, fine
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| Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind
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| Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
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| She gotta hit my line, line, line
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| Shorty so fine, fine, fine
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| Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind
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| Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
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| She gotta hit my-
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| I thought you was up when I hit you
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| I was tryna pull up and come get you
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| Tryna get comfortable with you
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| Maybe live like a with you
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| But I don’t really know if I’m wit' it yet
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| One thing for sure is that pussy is heaven sent
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| You not the only girl that could get it wet
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| I could get one to replace you as evident
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| But I can’t lie, she the realest
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| This why I don’t do the feelin’s
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| I’m not with the young, I just seal it
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| I was just thinkin' 'bout millions
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| I don’t want the stress, I done made it out
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| I ain’t got shit to complain about
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| All ice, diamonds pop, like they breakin' out
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| Blue racks when I’m checkin' my bank account
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| You gotta hit my line, line, line
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| Shorty so fine, fine, fine
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| Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind
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| Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
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| She gotta hit my line, line, line
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| Shorty so fine, fine, fine
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| Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind
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| Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
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| She gotta hit my-
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| AK, he stay on this pivot
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| Travel only for the ticket
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| Smokin' weed, defying physics
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| Yeah, I’m high, pass the litmus
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| Save your life without a halo, a nigga just tryna go get it
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| Sippin' Henny 'til I piss it, demigod, how I’m liftin'
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| Nigga I’m passin' the limits, I’m treatin' this shit like a scrimmage
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| Tell her «Let's skate», like its Venice, after like, «Reggie, I hit it»
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| Back to her man now she
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| Fuck on yo' bitch when I’m back on the road
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| Niggas be fakin', they breakin' a code
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| Tell that lil', back it up, I got the pole
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| Rover Street niggas, but still got my soul
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| You gotta hit my line, line, line
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| Shorty so fine, fine, fine
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| Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind
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| Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
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| She gotta hit my line, line, line
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| Shorty so fine, fine, fine
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| Runnin' through my mind, mind, mind
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| Gotta hit my line, man, she so damn fine
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| She gotta hit my- |