| You a dime, get up
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| You fine, get up
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| You a dime, get up
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| You fine, get up
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| I had to come through and let you know who it be
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| It’s that nigga V — I — P — E
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| Viper, catching boys slipping
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| Deep in the game while haters steady tripping
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| All these boys suspect, dropping mix tapes
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| I’m dropping real albums like fools drop grapes
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| What’s up partner, you see a G on his grind
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| I know you hating, watch me drop the deuce one time
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| And I ain’t even tripping because I’m deep in the game
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| Stars call me boyfriend, I done forgot their name
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| Got three right now, about to hit 1 — 8
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| Two hitting it tonight and one I’m hitting it later
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| And that’s what I’m hitting
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| And I’m patient because all of the dimes I’m splitting
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| Superstars and models
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| That’s when I roll, I don’t mash the throttle
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| Get up
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| You a dime, get up
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| You fine, get up
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| You a dime, get up
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| You fine, get up
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| Ever seen a G
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| Stepped in the spot and have stars at his knees
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| And you ain’t know who it be
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| Til you hit VIP, and seen it was
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| V — I — P — E — R
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| It’s gravy being a rap star
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| Especially when you want to knows how to ball
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| Except it’s hard to find hookers when you’re dunking on a model
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| Cars looking for a spot constantly on move
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| Gotta Lee' like the way you’re moving to the groove
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| Do it baby girl, gone and work it for your boy
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| Let me get in the pants, it’s like a brand new toy
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| I’m like a kid in a candy shop
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| These stars are looking in for my lollipop
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| And when I step out
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| They running up on me like I done got shot
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| Get up
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| You a dime, get up
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| You fine, get up
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| You a dime, get up
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| You fine, get up
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| Get up
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| You a dime, get up
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| You fine, get up
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| You a dime, get up
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| You fine, get up |