| Ayy, what, yeah, ayy, bitch
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| Skrrt skrrt, skrrt skrrt
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| Ayy, yeah
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| Jump out that Jag, boy you goin' out sad
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| Fifty bands, well it ain’t shit
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| That’s why my pants they always sag, yeah
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| I just got a new bitch, boy she too thick
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| She suck my dick like it’s cool whip
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| She fuck me too quick, yeah
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| Pulled up in that brand new Honda, you don’t wanna race though
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| Girl you only good for the top, just give me face ho
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| Hit that bitch then leave that bitch, I won’t leave a trace though
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| First I use the dagger, stab her ass like you got mace ho
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| I’ma fuck her then I dip, push up on her clit
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| Fumbled thirty bands and I won’t trip
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| I cop another grip, yeah
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| Broke boys really on that opp shit, you get popped quick
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| Nerf gun this extended red dot, leave his top missed
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| You boys really on that fuck shit, you get dumped quick
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| Chain fakes, pockets thick, you could call me Slick Rick, yeah
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| You could call me Slick Rick
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| Take your bitch and I’ma hit, fuck her once then I’ma dip
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| Jump out that Jag, boy you goin' out sad
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| Fifty bands, well it ain’t shit
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| That’s why my pants they always sag, yeah
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| I just got a new bitch, boy she too thick
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| She suck my dick like it’s cool whip
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| She fuck me too quick, yeah |