| Yo I could get wild like a crocodile
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| She wearin' my name cuz she love my style
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| A hundred white girls in a single file
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| Tryin' ta get touched and they all know how
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| It’s about to go down
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| I’m bout to go ham
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| Turn my stereo up cuz my blast on jam
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| Girl, you could get stuck like a suction cup
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| With your bean bag titties and your big ol' butt
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| I’m talking bout…
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| Let me catch my breath like, (yeah)
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| Let my smoke my best like, (yeah)
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| Now let me count my stack (yeah x2)
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| If I gave you an inch better bring that shit back, like
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| (Shorty work her back like a bull in a China shop)
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| Pullin' on rags
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| (Shorty work her back like a bull in a China shop)
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| I do it so good had to put it on wax
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| (Shorty work her back like a bull in a China shop)
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| She a movie star and I like it like that
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| (Shorty work her back like a bull in a China shop)
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| When the jakes come around, boy you know where it’s at…
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| I come through like a UFO when it hovers
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| And bang Wu Tang in the shudders
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| Put down the nine just to hit him with the putter
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| The sucka never even told his mother that he loved her
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| Bread for the butter and pity for the fool
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| He should have known better than to fuck with Crown Jewels
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| I’m chillin' with the Killa Whale, look like Shamu
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| Ya head get wet and we ain’t talkin' shampoo
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| We do like Van
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| My favorite dance move
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| Is when MJ freeze tip toe down his shoes
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| But I ain’t come to dance I’m collectin' my scrill
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| That’s why I fucks with Nicky, trill recognize trill
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| Shoot for the kill
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| Ride round hot box, tint, Coupe de Ville
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| I boot with the heel
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| So go on catch a foot up your ass
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| Have your shit lookin' like «damn
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| I walked in got had 'fore I sat down.»
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| Hook
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| Cuz it’s a bolo mission
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| And I’m somthin' like a chef in a crack kitchen
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| You keep frontin' might find your whole back missing
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| I’m Vida Blue when I do my allstar pitchin'
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| You could scream in my ear and I won’t listen
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| I don’t like you bitch, you need ta quit trippin'
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| Do ya time playboy nigga, stop snitchin'
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| Man it’s a sugar man, someone might say ta god
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| It’s like Chris Paul throwin' Blake Griff a lob
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| Or Mac Dre tellin' hoes that it ain’t his job
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| I let the Benz bust a bitch and I straight mob
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| The homie said his new gun had a rubber handle
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| And he’ll love to blow you out like a roman candle
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| I stand alone in the rain like a lost lover
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| To reconnect with the homies like the Ward brothers
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| Man, it’s a gold thang
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| And I like to pick up a little ho change
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| And my style stand out like a gold chain
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| Fillmoe in the buildin', and it’s a go mayne
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| Khan Mecca and it really ain’t no thang
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| Hook |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Girls Say #3, artist - The Jacka. Album song Mob Trial Trilogy Digital Box Set (Mob Trial 1, 2, and 3), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп