| Got bitches, got money
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| Laughin' at them haters cause they lookin so funny
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| Laughin' at them haters cause they lookin so bummy
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| Get where I’m at before you talk down, chummy
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| They call me Mr. Slim Thugga, mothafucker
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| When I’m on the beats I go raw no rubber
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| When I’m on a freak I go deep when I cut her
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| Stay up, can’t sleep, gotta get rid of this butter
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| Fuck some bread, I’m lookin' for some head
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| She say she go hard but she’d rather fuck instead
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| Thugga bust the pussy open, beat it 'til it’s broken
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| 5 minutes later I’m in my Camaro smokin'
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| Hoes say I’m heartless, ladies say I’m nice
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| Met her last night and I already fucked her twice
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| Hog life, get bitches get money
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| You niggas pockets on flat ridin on dummy
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| Hustle hard, I’m tryna live large
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| Grindin' 'til the Bugatti get parked in my garage
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| Got a thick round chick givin' my dick a massage
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| But my iPod playin slow jams at the
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| Hog life, appetite for mo'
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| I Can’t stop all I know is how to go
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| One one like Drizzy, bitches keep me busy
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| Smoke that sticky icky 'til my head get dizzy
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| In the club like «who is she? |
| «I haven’t seen her face
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| Hour later, she comin' to see my place
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| That fast in a flash out of blast
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| Titties look pretty with a supersize ass
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| Smash then I dash, only stayin' if she payin'
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| Part time pimp, part time rhyme layin
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| I’m so not, you so soft
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| Boys talkin' down but they don’t want it with the boss
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| I got shooters like Dirk, don’t miss
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| Cross the line, 3 fingers up, you’re hit
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| Make your bitch ass get low like a kick
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| B.H.O. |
| ho we takin over this bitch |