| Damn, it’s mad shorty’s up in here
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| I don’t all them just one girl that can do it all
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| Yeah I feel what chu' say
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| Now where them girls that be laid up, gettin' tanned on the beach
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| Right Here, Right Here
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| I like them them girls that be in shape and right in petite
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| Oh yeah, Oh yeah
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| I want a girl to be nice and real sexy
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| That’s what I’m talkin' bout, Yeah Ma, You comin' wit me
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| Oh yeah, Oh yeah
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| (Verse One)
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| I like them wearin' G-Strings, The one’s that let you see things
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| One’s that call you on the phone, Just to let you hear things
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| Generous, willingly, giving, you know just wanna share things
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| Havin' competition, always wanting to compare things
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| Like mine is better than just doin' real things
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| Beautiful chicks and flicks who like to lick things
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| Colorful chicks with hips who like to grip things
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| Sneak you in the backdoor, Give you what chu' asked for
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| Sayin' ya name, lettin' you know that that’s yours
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| Like the way we creep and duck, Love the way I beat it up
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| Like the way I speed it up, Just long as her feet is up
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| Not from the streets but have a that in her
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| Cute but thuggish like have a little brat in her
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| Show me when she learn stuff, No when to turn it up
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| Never fake, No it take, That’s what I’m lookin' for
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| (Verse Two)
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| Toe the censore, look her thighs is winter
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| Told her it was sky’s the limit
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| And if her back was anything like rims, She’d be ridin' 20
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| Told her she gone look infinty, Plus she gone good in Bently’s
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| Introduce her to the family, Sit next to me at the grammy’s
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| Our life you gone be caked up, You just gone like to wake up
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| You wannna fight to make-up
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| Can’t have em' like I hate you, I hate you, I hate you
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| I’m tall I’m like em' short to, where they come to my chest
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| And wit high heels, look, come to my neck
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| Got a lot of money in this world, I don’t some of it
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| Got a lot of girls in this world, but look I only need one of em'
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| You know the girl who I choose her closet cuddled in furs
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| Friends like goddam, bitch look at her |