| Doe money, street money
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| I’m a boss bitch
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| I tell you what…
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| I’m on a tour an exotic dreams (dreams)
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| From club to club Im making it rain (rain)
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| Im here so much that yall know my name
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| I’m so on fire they call me Mr. Propane
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| Me and my three amigos to magic city we go
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| We know all this money
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| We throw we gone probably bruise some egos
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| And all this louie v so fly
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| Look like we moving kilos
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| Came with three chicks and
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| Left with two or three more
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| ha ha aha
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| 50 large and a rubber band
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| Pick a bunch of broads and let em dance and let em stand to the side or what
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| ever man
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| Some light some dark some cinnamon (i like you)
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| I bought a bottle from the bar like a gentlemen four door five more i can get
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| them in
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| Man haters in the corner like whatever man can go where ever man seen me where
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| we can rain on the weather man
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| I’m on the tour and exotic dreams (dreams)
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| From club to club Im making it rain (rain)
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| Im here so much that yall know my name
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| I’m so on fire they call me Mr. Propane
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| (its the king bi*tch)
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| Okay ready set fall
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| Sack this tall
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| Picks six chicks tell em drop
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| Them draws
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| Yea i like them too but i gotta get yall
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| Why shoulda pick and choose when i can just get em all
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| Let them fat cats eat my big dog i be in waitin the parking lot just call in a
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| drop top ghetto drop then fall
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| Looking hot enough to get ya lot pissed off im so fly im so raw to the point
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| that it seens like im fronting and showing off remember i told yall im out of
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| control yall
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| Im wanting to blow yall these hundreds I throw braws
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| You can have that i give theses playa haters something to be mad at I laugh at
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| it yo guard of the night life hit me on the right night neck full of nice ice
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| fucking up ya eye sight
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| I’m on the tour and exotic dreams (dreams)
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| From club to club Im making it rain (rain)
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| Im here so much that yall know my name
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| I’m so on fire call me Mr. Propane
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| Gutter pulling
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| Money’s nothing
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| See theses haters
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| Show them something
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| Squad on deck we’ll
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| Bang your head don’t
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| Get it twisted you heard
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| What i said (its the king bi*tch)
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| I’m on the tour and exotic dreams (dreams)
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| From club to clubs Im making it rain (rain)
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| Im here so much that yall know my name
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| I’m so on fire they call me Mr. Propane |