| If it’s so good, why you kick it like that
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| You be callin me when your man’s in the back
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| When the shit blows up, you can go on me
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| Cause he don’t know nothin 'bout a rider like me
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| If it’s so good, why you kick it like that
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| You be callin me while your man’s in the back
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| When the shit blows up, you can go on me
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| Cause he don’t know nothin 'bout a rider like me
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| Rider like me
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| Listen ma, I’m far from a pimp
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| But we can do the thang cause the car got tints
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| My love’s like a jungle, hop around like some chimps
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| Or we can do the thang 'til the stick go limp
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| Your man’s a wimp like Frankie said
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| I’m in the white tee gang and I’m a Yankee head
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| This my sophomore solo album
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| I’mma take a lot of shots and not for no photo album
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| Come through in the Polo outfit
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| Ryde or Die, two guns up, who I roll out with
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| Keep talkin to me you gon' end up spouseless
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| Keep hearin you’re jackassin who you out with
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| Tell your man he can meet the pump
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| I’m at the double-oh suites of Trump, for at least a month
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| Got a whole lot of liquor and some reefer blunts
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| I’m on the laid back tip, I don’t need to front
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| Tell your man he don’t want no problems
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| Better let him know that I’m hard like J.E. album
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| I’m just tryin to fall back, get me some revenue
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| But I’mma make you feel like you walked out of heaven too
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| Ride like the down South Caddies, listen
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| He might be yo' man, but I’m yo' daddy
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| Call me from the back cause you want me badly
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| Ask me to scoop you and I do that gladly
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| If it’s so good, girl
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| Why you kick it like that, girl
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| Callin me from the back, and
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| My niggas don’t know how to act, and
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| And if it’s all hood, babe
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| Why you lookin so sad, babe
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| Always gettin mad at me
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| My niggas don’t know how to act, no-HOHHH~!
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| You can say she’s sorta like my Wednesday lover
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| We in the Benz if he find out he probably plug us
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| I don’t wanna ride on him, just came home
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| Matter of fact I’m tryin to hide on him, get in that dome
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| She wanna call from the back, knowin I don’t know how to act
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| I don’t got a problem blowin the mac
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| But I’d rather play the bed with her legs in the vertical
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| Knockin Jagged Edge, Porsche Turbo convertible
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| We can leave New York, skip to the A-Town
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| Five star suite, hit me off with the hay now
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| I’m just tryin to stay low, ma you feel me?
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| I don’t need no jealous dudes tryin to peel me
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| No, it’s it’s so good
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| Hey yeah, yeah yeahhhh
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| While your man is in the back
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| Mmm-mmmmmm
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| Yeah-heyyy, oooh… |