| Ooh, lil' bitch wan' ride it
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| Told the bitch don’t get out her body
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| Hmm, get right beside me
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| I’ma get in that thang, get to slidin'
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| This bitch makin' me feel erotic
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| Huh, she gotta get on this rocket
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| I don’t give a fuck 'bout her milage
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| And her grandmom related to the Winans
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| Ooh, that’s the shit that I like
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| You a church girl, bitch, you like Christ
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| Hmm, you ain’t never had pipe
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| Least not this kind, I’ma fuck you all night
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| Off a Perc', hmm, off a thirty pack
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| Yeah, leave a bitch with the hurt back
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| Where the work? |
| Hmm, where the work at?
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| My young niggas wakin' up to serve that
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| They wanna see me do my dance
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| In these thousand-dollar pants
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| Don’t disrespect me and my mans
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| Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass
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| Scram, we just put them dollars on your head
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| Snitchin'-ass nigga gave his mama to the feds
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| Little brother, big brother, Sada got the dreads
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| DZ, DT, Sada keep the bands
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| Lil' bitch can’t keep her pussy out my hands
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| Got a real Hood Rat Suki on my hands
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| I was stackin' blues, run up Tookies on they ass
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| I be in the Bay rollin' Cookies on they ass
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| I be in they nerves, G weed gave me is bustin'
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| 'Cause Sada can’t be jealous off weed, I’m never stressin'
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| I can see the booty from the bottom, that thing come double decker
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| Let my white boy shoot on that thing, he Sam Dekker
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| Heard you used to chew on that thing, Hannibal Lecter
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| Have you poppin' all of the pills like Heath Ledger
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| These drugs ain’t a joke, my nigga, I’m just tellin' you
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| Your manager got you on the shelf and he sellin' you
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| They wanna see me do my thang
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| In these brand-new VV chains
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| Don’t disrespect me and my gang
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| Bang, t-shirt full of blood stains
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| Mmm, already had dirt on your name
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| Now your best friend got a t-shirt of your name, dig that
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| Big body swerve in your lane
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| AK hit a nigga in the stomach, knock off your six-pack
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| Like cinema, just hear the click-clack
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| Now that’s end of riff-raff, that’s the end of the bullshit
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| You know I got a full clip
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| Hmm, walk out and use it
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| Walked right past your bitch, I had to say, «Excuse me»
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| Hmm, I thought she was a groupie
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| Come to find out, bitch pulled up ridin' with a goofy, huh
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| Hmm, that was you, huh
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| Huh, you wasn’t on that couch, me and Uie
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| Had bitches in the wop shakin' booty
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| Had 'em in the parking lot showin' coochie
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| Had 'em in the bathroom actin' unruly, huh
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| Lil' bitch wan' ride it
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| Told the bitch don’t get out her body
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| Hmm, get right beside me
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| I’ma get in that thang, get to slidin'
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| This bitch makin' me feel erotic
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| Huh, she gotta get on this rocket
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| I don’t give a fuck 'bout her milage
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| And her grandmom related to the Winans
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| They wanna see me do my dance
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| In these thousand-dollar pants
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| Don’t disrespect me and my mans
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| Bang, whole lotta choppers on your ass (Huh) |