| We showin up, it’s going down
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| She know it’s us, I let her know it now
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| It’s 3, 4, 5 in the morning
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| One thing for sure this time of night
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| Ain’t nothing open but legs, shawty
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| Ain’t nothing open but legs this time of night
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| Ain’t nothing open but legs, shawty
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| Ain’t nothing open but legs this time of night
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| Ass looking on swole (goddamn shawty)
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| Long hair pretty toes (Know who I am shawty?)
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| Flat stomach nice face (Okay she say she wanna)
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| Ride up to my place (that's right)
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| She wanna bring a friend if it’s allright (Okay)
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| Only if we get it in with her all night (allright)
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| We got the bottles on chill, everybody on the pills
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| In the air with them hands girl
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| What’s that excuse me, look shawty who are y’all
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| Look like that booty fat and I’m on booty call
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| Don’t approach me if you don’t wanna do it all
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| 'For you know it have your clothes and your shoes off
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| In the penthouse gettin' turned on Curtain clothes candle burnin' sweat they burned out
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| We turned up that bullshit we ain’t concerned about
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| Dick her down full a weed, sweat her perm out
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| Is you scared mama? |
| Well say it then
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| Is you ready mama? |
| Okay then
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| It’s 3:45 in the AM
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| If you got the game, we’ll play then
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| [Verse 3: Nelly}
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| Ay, you ever kicked it with a superstar?
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| I pick you up in a half a million dollar car
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| Late up in the 5 star
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| Butt-naked, got you bent up over the mini bar
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| Yeah cuz I do it baby, exactly how you thought it though
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| Call me Mr. Paper Man or call Mr. Lotta Dough
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| (A Lotta Dough) You ain’t gotta worry
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| I can take my fuckin' time
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| Or I can do it in a hurry
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| I’m a freak
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| And you know it Put a candle between ya ass and I’ll blow it
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| I’m talkin' Cool Whip, apple pie, chocolate cake or ice cream
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| Spread? |