| She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| Weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, still Crunk
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| She got gel and
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| Weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| Wit a big round ass, I’m yo man to be
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| You can put a wig on a pig-a-lig
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| Make her dance the jig-a-lig
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| Bring all the money back to Daddy and I’m diggin it
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| Burgundy or honey blonde
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| Yellow wit them black streakers, red or they orange plum
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| Don’t forget the gold teethus and set the club half naked
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| In the sto', house shoes, cussin out authority
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| Body full of tattoos
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| Bedroom doin things, stickin out her tongue ring
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| Livin in the projects, could be in the game
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| She from the hoody-hood all to the goody-good
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| Lips and her tongue and it’s all understoody-stood
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| First of the month now your kids on the Similac
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| Droppin over Mama’s house, girl what’s crackilackin?
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| Hookin up with so-called
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| G-string or no draws
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| Fingernails, big hips, juicy wet, pink lips
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| Ready man to do the damn thing at the motel
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| If you’re bang-banging all night she’ll go tell
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| She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| Weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, still Crunk
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| She got gel and
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| Weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| Wit a big round ass, I’m yo man to be
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| Baldhead scallywag, wit nothin in back
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| You better yak it, ten dollar for a bag
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| Messed up in the trash
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| Could be some Kanekalon
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| Dude who done sold it at the boot liquor lawn
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| All to the good though, drankin' like a wino
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| And smoke till she pass out, mainly the hydro
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| Her stay in a cafe
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| All up in LD’s, or the biz Twilight, you know what I like
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| Hey duck she gon break somethin
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| Turn around and make some
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| Meet a real nigga anywhere she’ll shake somethin
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| Like shoutin out 'cause her butt like an elephant
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| Got a real girl dog, that is irrelevant
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| A mage a twa twa, she’ll call me DaDa
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| Or maybe PaPa in back of car car
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| Her friend can join in, go snap that porn in
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| Call Mr. Hit where a playa was born in
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| She she she she got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| Weave weave in they hair, weed in they purse, still Crunk
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| She got gel and
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| Weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| She got gel and weave, gel and weave
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| Wit a big round ass, I’m yo man to be
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| When you get her on the drank she gon get a lil frisky
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| Legs stayin open, no rubber, kinda risky
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| Got a bad body make it move like a gypsy
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| Cornbread fed at the club very tipsy
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| Only dealt wit those that be in the hood slangin
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| Lounge at Matt’s car wash shit is where they hangin
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| System up loud in the car keep it wang’n
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| Amateur night, shake em up do they thang and
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| Lookin real hard she’ll know that I want it
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| Got me on hard so I go and get upon it
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| Hey baby gal, all that, can you lone it
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| Weave and them contacts, man I’ma bone it
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| Say it’s all good she about to kick her man out
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| Left her wit a wood and she gon blow the brains out
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| All in her bed so I had to yank my thang out
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| Pullin on her fro, wasn’t hair and it came out |