| Saw her on the dance floor poppin'
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| Hold up, stop talkin' to me, tryna see that ass bop
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| She a big booty star on the dance floor boppin'
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| Hold up, stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble
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| I’m rich, we’re both grown
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| Got a male leave your boyfriend at home
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| Too high, I’m too gone
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| If she don’t ride with the kid, I move on
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| I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with
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| I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with
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| I ain’t really playing with you, don’t know your name
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| I’m just tryna do some things to ya
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| Take ya home, let you rep Taylor Gang
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| Let you roll up a plane
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| Let you bring your homegirls
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| Let my boys run a train
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| I’mma real ass nigga outta Pittsburgh
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| She don’t fuck, I don’t deal with her, know ya heard
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| Good dick what I slang, I don’t even run game
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| I’ve been learned my lane, hoes fuckin' up for fame
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| Hop in my ride then I go front backside
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| To the side got my money, she love that
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| Rollin' weed up first class
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| Taylor Gang nigga all about his cash
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| Smackin' lil mama on the ass
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| I’m rich, we’re both grown
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| Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home
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| I’m too high, I’m too gone
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| If she don’t ride with the kid, I move on
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| I’m just tryna find some I can lean with
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| I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with
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| I done threw a ring around my dick and my finger, ya digg?
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| I done threw some bling around my grill and my pinky, ya digg?
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| Your girl end up leavin' with me, you ain’t a freak, where your friend?
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| Gates slang, I’m gonna throw that meat in her stomach for real
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| Audi, Mustang, Dually Truck, I just wrecked the Chevelle
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| Flipped it with my wife the other night, give a fuck can you tell?
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| Kevin it’s your pipe, well out in public won’t notice she yell
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| Kept that on the tuck, no recognition, I’m touchin' them bells
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| Give them to myself off the truck or they come in the mail
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| Big booty somethin' on the dance floor poppin'
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| Hold up stop talkin' to me tryna see that ass wobble
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| Big money pocket, got the lumps
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| Kevin got dollars
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| I’m rich, we’re both grown
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| Gotta mail me your boyfriend at home
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| Too high, I’m too gone
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| If she don’t ride with the kid, I move on
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| I’m just tryna find some I can lean with
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| I’m just tryna find someone I can leave with |