| Uh-huh; |
| barbecue or mildew, hhhoe?
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| Ssshit heh
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| My fetti has a first name — it’s E-A-R-L
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| About my mail, ssshit!
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| Nigga you know I’m up in this motherfucker, on a good one!
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| Fffuck yes!
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| You know what I mean? |
| It’s like a, a Y-2-Yea thing y’know?
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| (Haha) We does this out here (fo' schizzie)
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| We pop our collars; |
| please believe that playboy (like this here)
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| My moves is swift, I’m stiff with mine
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| Remi Martin straight, then I hit it with lime
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| It’s time to shine, to strike my pose
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| Five carats on my pinky, pickin my nose (BEATCH)
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| I stroll on hoes, and give 'em a chance
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| To let me see the ass while they backup dance
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| I glance and breeze — if the body is true
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| I’m off and on to part two (part TWO)
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| Now I done scanned at the club (what else?)
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| I popped my collar to all my folks with love (what else?)
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| And all the niggas that didn’t respond to me (what else?)
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| I got my dogs watchin constantly (what else, what else?)
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| With one hand in the baseball glove
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| Hella throwaways — and dangerous subs
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| For my protection and my protection only
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| This boss balla slippin whatchu thought I was phony?
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| Fresh up out my Coupe de Ville, I popped my collar twice
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| About my money this loot is real, plus I’m dipped in ice
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| I got a fat mansion on the hill, cause I made a mill'
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| So if you see me please believe, cause I’m yo' potnah still
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| (Pop ya collar!) It’s all from the wrist
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| (Pop ya collar!) Been poppin my collar since Moby was a goldfish.
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| leavin 'em curious
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| Hoppin out of my Lincoln Continental, signature serious.
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| parkin lot pimpin!
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| One of my niggas yell (HOLD ME DOWN) while I was pissin
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| Is that young 40 y’all?
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| Drunk as fuck and about to fall?
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| Done washed my shoes, the gators they bite
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| Baby bright light but not my type
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| But if she want tonight, she come with dollars
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| She either holler, or pop a nigga collar
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| I’m fresh up out that Coupe de Ville
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| Four times gold on my vogue wheels
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| Big sunroof with the insides ill
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| Gotta give it to the boy he got skills
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| Made a mill'. |
| uh-huh, HOE BEATCH!
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| (Pop ya collar!) I done stepped on in
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| (Pop ya collar!) Now can I come up?
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| All these freaks hang out at the dump
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| Me and my dogs got this party on pump
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| All the hoes look like they wanna hump
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| I’m bout to pull a lil' lightweight stunt
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| On a mizznission about that cut
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| Rough, buck, smokin on a blizznut
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| Ticked, pucked, ?? |
| ?? |
| was loc’d
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| Dick, Van Dyke, all up in her truck
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| Lick, at night, E-Feezy ain’t no punk
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| Gobble, swallow, get her hella drunk
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| 40 ounce bizznottle, til I tr-uh-Trump
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| Tip, hollow, mizzmillimeter thump
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| Feels no sinorrow for a sucka sap chump
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| Ya underdig? |
| Yeah just
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| Y’know just tug on your lil' shirt
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| Pull it a lil' bit
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| That’s what we do out this way. |
| twice!
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| Dipped in ice.
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| Where? |
| Made a mill'
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| I’m still yo' potnah
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| Uh-huh. |
| Northstar
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| Yeah. |
| dipped in ice.
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| Where this at? |
| You made a WHAT?
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| Uh-huh. |
| I’m still yo' potnah nigga
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| (Pop ya collar!) Homeboy
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| (Pop ya collar!) |