| Yeah' I’m tryna turn this into somethin'
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| Turn this into somethin'
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| Yeah' I’m tryna to turn this into somethin'
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| Turn this into somethin'
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| And we ain’t tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out
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| Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out
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| Yeah I’m tryna turn this into somethin' on the go
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| Holler at my partner for some drank that I could pour
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| Sippin', candy dripping while I’m tippin' on them vogues
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| Horizontal sideways trunk might explode
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| Headed to the spot where the strippers show me love
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| Cause they got them fire wings and I love to grub
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| Trying to get my mind off my bitch back at home
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| Searching for a freaky bopper dying to turn me on
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| Yeah' I’m tryna turn this into somethin'
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| Turn this into somethin'
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| Yeah' I’m tryna to turn this into somethin'
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| Turn this into somethin'
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| And we ain’t tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out
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| Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out
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| Yeah I’m tryna turn this into somethin' for the night
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| Gotta play it safe drop my bait while she bite
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| She sucking and she fucking well, that’s just my type
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| It’s something about that pussy when it’s gushy under lights
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| She claims she knows my name and she seen me out in public
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| Finally got the nerve to speak to me cause she been crushin'
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| Agreeing in whatever that I tell her she’ll bust it
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| I showed her what I’m bout and turned her out soon as I touched it
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| Yeah' I’m tryna turn this into somethin'
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| Turn this into somethin'
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| Yeah' I’m tryna to turn this into somethin'
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| Turn this into somethin'
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| And we ain’t tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out
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| Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out
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| Yeah I’m tryna turn this into somethin' cause she bout it
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| Pimpin' put her in submission she could never doubt it
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| Stock legs, corn bread fed, she a stallion
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| Drank in my tank turn me up to a thousand
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| Crank it to the max while she shake it from the back
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| Claiming that she dyin' I’mma hit her with this 'Lac
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| Told her turn around and scrub the ground to the beat
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| Set that ass on my lap and whisper this to me
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| Yeah' I’m tryna turn this into somethin'
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| Turn this into somethin'
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| Yeah' I’m tryna to turn this into somethin'
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| Turn this into somethin'
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| And we ain’t tripping on the summer 'cause the stars out
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| Chrome wheels, candy paint, bring the broads out |