| Maannn, these bitches is awfully nasty
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| And these bitches keep walking past me
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| Either way, I’m a pimp for today
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| Put your bootie in the way and shake that shit!
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| (Now these niggas is bout they bank)
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| (And these niggas keep buying dranks)
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| (Lips creep from my body on your lips)
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| (Get it closer to the tip and shake that shit!)
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| S-H-A to the W double N-A
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| Real bitch don’t play
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| Your eyes can’t hide what your lips won’t say
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| You’re acting like the Dukes of the Fifth won’t spray
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| It’s okay, they gon learn
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| Chi’s most wanted bitch wait your turn!
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| Sac full of yum I’m a make that burn
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| Y’all can’t smoke none anyway
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| Wild ones, walk wit a bitch through wild slums
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| Trying to figure out if they’re scared of the hips or the chips
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| Or they really can’t talk to a bitch wit wild guns
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| No games, hat to the side wit low frame
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| Now I came in this industry killin em
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| Now they all feeling me, sipping on Henny wit an O and a gram!
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| C-H-I to the C-A, G-O
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| If you ain’t been, don’t go
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| My city’s so fast, you react so slow
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| Your heart might stop and your blood won’t flow
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| (That ain’t right) I stomp through the hood
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| Wit a grand on my feet like that ain’t tight
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| Diamonds on my neck like that ain’t bright
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| I come through and shut down the Saturday Night!
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| (Hell yeah) You can kiss that and
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| (Feel there) bring it right back
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| Don’t mess wit the frame if you don’t know a thing
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| Six years in the game, I’m still here
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| Hold up! |
| They mad cause the streets is sold up!
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| I’m back on my feet, so watch for the cops, we’ll never stop
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| Just rep for ya block and throw it up!
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| M-I-D to the W-E-S-T
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| Better yet that’s me
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| Most of y’all chicks gotta impress me
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| You say you got skills, put 'em up let’s see
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| Show and prove, I hate to really see
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| What y’all goin through, put on any beat
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| We could spit it in the street
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| From the West to the East, or South to the house
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| Just showing love, go home
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| The body on the flo' is so grown
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| What cha gon' do, when you call to ya label
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| And ya gotta shed a tear, cause you hear ya career’s
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| Been post-poned, back up
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| Smart mouth bitches, get slapped up
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| Take it to the trap, get clapped up
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| Put it in ya brain that the female game, been wrapped up
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| Shorty said, shorty said
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| Shorty said, shorty said
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| Wait a minute, hold up
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| Wait a minute, hold up
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| Hold up, wait a minute
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| Hold up, now wait a minute
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| Shorty said, shorty said
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| Shorty said, shorty said |