| Uh huh, uh huh
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| Yeah, okay, look
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| Different type of nigga, I want different type of figures
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| Make a Christian read the bible, have her screaming out the scriptures, look
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| Ain’t no fuckin' riddle, I got Benihana extras
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| I got armor issues, different niggas wanna harm a nigga
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| They say daddy who’s your son? |
| I’m like all I do is stunt
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| Hop out Rubicon, rockin' Louboutins, I’m shooting guns
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| Concrete, make your heart beat, hard for you to beat us
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| Fucked a bitch for her fuckin' features, almost had a fetus
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| I’m your teacher, I’m your fuckin' teacher, I’m so conceited
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| And my bitch she’s a fuckin' diva, no Mona Lisa
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| Poured a three in my fuckin' liter, I can’t feel my fuckin' features
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| And I was taught not to fear no evil, I grew up with regals, ooh
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| Ooh, ooh, fear no evil, I grew up with regals
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| This is how it is, this is how I am now, uh
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| Trifling ass bitch, don’t text me from her man house, okay
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| Make her leg lock, make sure that her leg stop (pin her down)
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| Flintstone shit, make her fucking bed rock
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| Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
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| Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
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| Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
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| Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
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| Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
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| Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
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| Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
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| Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
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| Different type of glamour, I need different type of cameras
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| Talking different type of standards, ain’t no motherfucking amateur
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| Plus I bought her sandles, plus I’m from Atlanta
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| Got her Gucci bag, told her get my coochie bad
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| It ain’t no war, we beat 'em, it ain’t no boss can feed us
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| Bitch I’m a dog I feed ya, bitch I’m a dog I eat ya
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| I’ma go insane (ride back), I’m off the chain (aw man)
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| Look at her frame (goddamn), look at her frame (goddamn)
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| Okay, I done upped my figures, bout to give your ho the business
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| Got her trippin', in here strippin', 'bout to give my partner feelings
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| Better watch your bitch, got it, got your bitch, this is not your bitch
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| Yeah I got her in here ironing shit, in here lining shit
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| Yeah she fine as shit, in here fine as shit, in here high and shit
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| In here hidin' shit like bitch that’s not my shit
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| Bitch you trifling, bitch you nosy, magnifying glass
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| Baby fine as shit, and I can’t try the bitch 'cause she be signing shit
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| At the door, I got plenty more, rock out any show
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| I was broke, mama was always home, daddy was selling dope
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| Got a ho, got another ho, hot yellow ho
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| In her mind, I get in her spine, got her grabbin' roles
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| Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
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| Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
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| Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
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| Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
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| Pin her ass down, make her fucking friend watch
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| Spin that ass round, make her fucking head pop
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| Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop
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| Don’t turn that shit down, ain’t nobody said stop |