| Ohhhhhhhhh! |
| That’s right.
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| Your girl Shawnna checkin in with ya
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| DTP in the building
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| Hustle what up! |
| Check this out ya’ll
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| It’s gone go down like this
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| Listen up. |
| Let’s go.
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| Damn damn she got a donkey
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| And that shit so chunky
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| How she get them jeans on that monkey
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| Like man got me like a junky
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| Only when she pump me
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| Whisper in my ear I think she want it
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| Now you can tell my stilettos cost about nine hundred
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| I’m in Miami actin ghetto hollerin out Shy run it
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| And you can see I hold the crown ain’t no taken it from me
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| I let my chain hang down from my neck to my tummy
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| I got a pet pink poodle named FiFi
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| I love taking pictures cause these bitches wanna be me
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| I only swim in Donatella or some Givenchy
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| You can catch me on the yacht we chasin vodka with some Fiji
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| You bitches ain’t know I do this shit for fun
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| My daddy got that paper I been rich since I was one
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| Been living in them mansions been soaking up the sun
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| Can see me in that Rolls or that Ferrari either one
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| Before you try to holla at me know I’m bout that paper
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| And I’m a I’m a a hustler I don’t need no captain save a
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| They feelin all my flava and that ass so plush
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| Before you take a look make sure them haters don’t touch
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| I got 'em sayin'
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| Damn damn she got a donkey
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| And that shit so chunky
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| How she get them jeans on that monkey
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| Like blam got me like a junky
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| Only when she pump me
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| Whisper in my ear I think she want it
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| She’s a ten in them nines with stilettos
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| With a figure 8 frame in them 7 jeans
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| 6−5-4−3-2−1 Let’s go
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| She’s a trophy I put her on a pedestal
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| Damn the can be feelin the way it shake
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| I wanna jam it in her jello
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| Anything for me she want it
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| Like a beast she be so funky you can see it from the front
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| She got more ass than a team of donkeys
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| Itty bitty waist like a bumble bee
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| Titties plump please Dolly Parton up
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| When she walk through and make way for the double D’s
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| I love that pretty brown round
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| She shaking got me shook
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| Cause her print so fat between her thighs
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| It look just like a camel foot
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| Can I look can I rub it
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| Matter fact fuck that let me cut it
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| Can I touch it can I grab it
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| That hairy nappy fat rabbit
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| Meet me there I take a flight
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| Your dark chocolate fittin to be up in the air like a kite
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| Caught up in the Chicago wind
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| Just to be up in your guts from dust to dawn
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| Humpin like a camel back
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| From am from pm from pm to am
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| I’ll beat it up like a punching bag
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| Damn damn she got a donkey
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| And that shit so chunky
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| How she get them jeans on that monkey
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| Like blam got me like a junky
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| Only when she pump me
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| Whisper in my ear I think she want it
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| Hold up wait a minute step back let a nigga just catch my breath
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| Got 'em all up on it want it Watch it go right to left
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| Watch it go up and down like that
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| Watch it go front to back Hope it don’t hurt too bad
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| This here ain’t a baby momma song Cause it’s gonna make me mad
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| You like it how I do it fast Love it how I do it slow
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| They Like it how I move it up and down and make that booty roll
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| They see that pussy swoll It be so juicy Ohh
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| He said he wanna try to take me home and eat that pussy whole
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| Said he never had the chance But he gotta have a taste
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| And he was like a kid and I was like shit I just wanna ride the face
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| And that’s just how I play 'em I ain’t never been out to lay 'em
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| My shit’s so mean up in them jeans And now I gotta 'em sayin
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| Damn damn she got a donkey
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| And that shit so chunky
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| How she get them jeans on that monkey
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| Like blam got me like a junky
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| Only when she pump me
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| Whisper in my ear I think she want it |