| Pull up in something foreign, strip club money stormin'
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| Where the ones? |
| Keep ‘em comin'
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| If you ain’t tippin' then you boring
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| Just give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues
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| Just give ‘em the blues
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| If you a pimp, keep ‘em hoeing
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| This pimp shit, keep it going
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| All these trick niggas ain’t knowing
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| These bitches, we be on ‘em
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| And get ‘em to choose, get ‘em to choose, get ‘em choose
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| Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues
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| Sittin' on a nigga, flockin' on a nigga
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| Rocking chair, yeah, rockin' on a nigga
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| Pullin' up, skrt skrt’n on a nigga
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| See your bitch and I’m flirtin' with her, nigga, yeah
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| Google my name, ha, see what they say
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| Been giving ‘em blues, Burger King, you get it your way
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| These fuck niggas always ask about me
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| Same ones that be talkin' ‘bout me
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| Can’t tell if he ass kissin', if he dick suckin' or just money countin'
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| Money flowin' like a water fountain
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| Sticky icky got the money pilin'
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| Coulda hit, my nigga wrist drownin'
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| But sittin' on a nigga thousand island
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| Fuck nigga sayin' my name, ones with no game
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| Mad, you lit the whore, huh
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| ‘Cause I’m with two extra whores, Porsche with the two extra doors
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| Extra bullets and shells—who you gon' tell we got in the door?
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| Be giving ‘em blues, they want an encore
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| Pull up in something foreign, strip club money stormin'
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| Where the ones? |
| Keep ‘em comin'
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| If you ain’t tippin' then you boring
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| Just give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues
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| Just give ‘em the blues
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| If you a pimp, keep ‘em hoeing
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| This pimp shit, keep it going
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| All these trick niggas ain’t knowing
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| These bitches, we be on ‘em
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| And get ‘em to choose, get ‘em to choose, get ‘em choose
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| Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues
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| Yeah, I need all huneds with the blue strips, got ‘em feeling some type of way
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| His main bitch steady choosing up when she see some real niggas come her way
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| I’m in the strip club steady tippin' her; |
| ass fat, I can’t get enough
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| Kick her out once I get a nut; |
| savage mode, I don’t give a fuck
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| East Oakland, yeah, that’s what I’m reppin' nigga—these dudes ain’t bout it
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| bout it
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| Pullin' up in that old school; |
| gonna run up on me, man, I highly doubt it
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| Shorty always tryna spend the night; |
| phone off, give me space, hoe
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| I’m in the air like a real player, make her do whatever I say so
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| I need the whip and chains like Django; |
| Fabby scooped me in that Range Rover
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| Free the bitch, I’m never cuffin' it; |
| I can show you niggas how the game goes
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| Town Business if you ain’t know, no time for a lame hoe
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| Only focus on the bankroll, going places that they can’t go
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| Pull up in something foreign, strip club money stormin'
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| Where the ones? |
| Keep ‘em comin'
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| If you ain’t tippin' then you boring
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| Just give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues, give ‘em the blues
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| Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues
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| I’m pimpin', she’s hoeing
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| Great girls, yeah, it’s snowing
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| Good weed I’m blowing
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| Smoke too much, now I’m zoning
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| Fuck too much when I’m boning
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| Bust a nut, now she own it
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| Bitch, you want this long dick?
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| Well, that’s what you gon' get
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| All that money, I’m taking it
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| Can’t fuck with me, you ain’t make this shit
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| ‘Cause meaningful relationships are like aliens and spaceships
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| Is it real? |
| I’m so sincere
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| Ain’t no women, just hoes in here
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| We don’t want the good girls out there
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| Ask a player, we don’t care
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| It’s like last week, ask Ashley
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| I don’t let nothin' get past me
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| Twerkin' all day in them ass cheeks
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| You a stripper? |
| Don’t flash me
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| ‘Cause my pimpin', it never ends
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| New girls, we break ‘em in
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| Little homies, we make ‘em pimps
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| Then they pull up in a brand new Benz
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| BITCH!
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| If you a pimp, keep ‘em hoeing
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| This pimp shit, keep it going
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| All these trick niggas ain’t knowing
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| These bitches, we be on ‘em
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| And get ‘em to choose, get ‘em to choose, get ‘em choose
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| Just get ‘em to choose, or give ‘em the blues |