| Shorty bad as my son is, pretty face and no stomach
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| Was the city’s most wanted 'til I said gimme yo number
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| Youngest n*gga I’m stuntin', no more Civics from Honda
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| Money comin' in bundles, that’s the reason she wanna
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| (Lay up, lay up, lay up, lay up)
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| I keep a vest on my chest, to cover my heart
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| I’d rather f*ck in the light, 'fore I make love in the dark
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| Cuz she was f*ckin' me right, it felt like love from the start
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| Was gettin' money on tour, so we was lovin' for fall
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| But first we go together then break up, tears drip on her makeup
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| F*ck all night 'til we wake up, and like George Gervin we lay up
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| Cuz all them lies I made up, it’s big checks no pay cut
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| Floor seats in Florida, Heat game vs Lakers
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| Shorty on my team now, it was us versus them haters
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| And everybody they talk bad, when they talk that she take up
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| She Hermes all flavor (?), young boy get paper
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| And all I know is go hard, and every time I touch that ball I go swish
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| She know it’s game time when I do it like that
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| When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
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| She can get the lay up, all night
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| She be tryna lay up, all right
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| And when I shoot I don’t miss (don't miss), I don’t miss (don't miss)
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| I don’t miss when I do it now
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| She could get the lay up, all night
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| She be tryna lay up, all right
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| Sittin' back with this paper fallin' in my lap
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| Feelin' isolated nothin' but them hundred stacks
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| When your money up tell me who you’re supposed to trust
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| Every night a different woman, f*ck your money up
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| My bank account in shape, I could run with Puff
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| I came to put you down shorty so what the f*ck is up
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| Since I met her she can’t keep that pussy off me
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| On the pill, I’ma kill that pussy softly
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| Back to back time to show you how a gangster move
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| Keys to the pad, talkin' infinity pools
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| V12's ain’t a thang, time to change your name
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| Paper stuffed in her purse can’t hear her phone ring
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| She know it’s game time when I do it like that
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| When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
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| She can get the lay up, all night
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| She be tryna lay up, all right
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| And when I shoot I don’t miss (don't miss), I don’t miss (don't miss)
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| I don’t miss when I do it now
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| She could get the lay up, all night
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| She be tryna lay up, all right
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| Homie picture me rollin', all them b*tches be on me
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| They be fishin' for compliments, I’m just fishin' off Boca
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| Made a grip off them vocals, got a gift with the vocals
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| So much over these hoes should have been on a poster
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| Infatuated to say the least
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| He lay it weak, I lay you once, you lay a week
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| Wale a freak, he know it doe, no go with hoes
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| When it come to showin', I am working with totem pole
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| That’s head on head, she give me head, I give her glow
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| I’m in her body, I’m in her head like quote unquote
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| The coldest flow, the flyest combination was voila
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| Au revoir to my rivals, double M genius shotta
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| She know it’s game time when I do it like that
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| When I pass it to her baby throw it right back
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| She can get the lay up, all night
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| She be tryna lay up, all right
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| And when I shoot I don’t miss (don't miss), I don’t miss (don't miss)
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| I don’t miss when I do it now
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| She could get the lay up, all night
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| She be tryna lay up, all right
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| From the night to the morn', yeah she tryna lay
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| Got a freaky, freaky game and she tryna play
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| Couple more shots baby can you make it stay, stay up
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| Lay up, lay up
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| Might just slap the backboard, give you what you ask for
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| Lay up, lay up |