| Cut it up
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| C’mon c’mo
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| Roscoe
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| Shawty ima baller, a big shot caller
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| If I give em 10 digits best believe I’m gon' call her
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| Shots of tall glass of water
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| I’m hotter than a sauner
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| I think i’m feelin' for her, so shawty come cool me down
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| (I'm burnin up) Cool me down
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| Shawty come cool me down
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| Cool me down me down, me down, me down
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| Mrs Aquafina, hi it’s nice to meet ya
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| Been standin' cross the room, admirin' ya feature
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| And all i’m thinkin' bout is the things that I wanna teach ya
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| And ima say I think you’re a very exotic creature
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| Wanna do some freaky things to you
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| Make a name for you
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| If you was a dollar girl I’d make some change for you
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| You was sent from heaven let me be ya angel food
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| And we gon' do everything we was made to do
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| Let it go, I may ball a lot but that is not my ammo
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| Tryna get some air from between your lips
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| Like my nickname was Nintendo
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| I’m going for the first so you know that my team don’t end slow
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| I’m all over your hard drive just call me new window
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| Shawty ima baller, a big shot caller
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| If I give em 10 digits best believe I’m gon' call her
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| Shots of tall glass of water
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| I’m hotter than a sauner
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| I think i’m feelin' for her, so shawty come cool me down
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| (I'm burnin up) Cool me down
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| Shawty come cool me down
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| Cool me down me down, me down, me down
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| Oh my god! |
| She’s bad
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| She’s hotter than California and I really want her ass
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| So I grabbed her by the hand asked her if she had a man
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| She said «mmm I don’t know», so I said let’s make plans
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| And she is hotter than an oven, I am cooler than a fan
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| She never been a groupie so you can’t call her a fan
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| I be droppin' bands like my name was no hands
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| She cool a nigga down and she do it with no hands
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| I’m the man
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| She call my phone like C-C-C-C-Calio
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| Don’t want it on your bed so just meet me on your patio
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| So I hit the patio, gladly hoe
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| St-st-st-stopped by then I passed a hoe
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| I’m sicker than your average though
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| Shawty ima baller, a big shot caller
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| If I give em 10 digits best believe I’m gon' call her
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| Shots of tall glass of water
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| I’m hotter than a sauner
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| I think i’m feelin' for her, so shawty come cool me down
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| (I'm burnin up) Cool me down
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| Shawty come cool me down
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| Cool me down me down, me down, me down
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| I’m burnin' up, hotter than the sauna
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| My persona got me blowin' where I wanna nigga
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| Ten digits best she call damn that glass tall
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| I’m talkin' five star bitch that’s a bad broad
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| And I’m a bad boy, and I like bad things
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| Been a baller bet I give your bitch hood dreams
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| Now come and cool me down
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| My checka loose brown
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| We passin' fruity around, she wet enough to fuckin' drown
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| That ass nice and round
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| I tell her scrub the ground
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| She throw it back and I catch it no pitcher’s now
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| Boy I’m all turned up gon' and mix me down
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| That’s two 2's and a nine but I’m inked down
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| Shawty ima baller, a big shot caller
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| If I give em 10 digits best believe I’m gon' call her
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| Shots of tall glass of water
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| I’m hotter than a sauner
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| I think i’m feelin' for her, so shawty come cool me down
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| (I'm burnin up) Cool me down
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| Shawty come cool me down
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| Cool me down me down, me down, me down |