| We can ball all day, four play in the hallway
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| Taking trips overseas, France, England, and my way
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| I’m the Don Datta, but you can’t be my baby mama
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| Let me save you the drama, roll on like a Yokohama
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| We can, go half on the room, and half on a sack
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| And while you breaking the buzz down, I’ma be hitting it from the back
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| Bend over baby, I got something to show you baby
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| Turn around on your back toes up on the shoulders baby
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| Steady deep stroking don’t mind me, just keep smoking
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| Bust a lot to break the serve and the soda water open
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| But you ain’t my may thang, just a little something to the side
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| So don’t talk when I’m talking on the phone, you keep quiet
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| Just open your mouth wide and let me put it inside
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| Smoke a sweet and to finish my cup and then it’s time to slide
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| Don’t worry about nothing cause it’s confidential
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| Open up your runway for my? |
| con? |
| to dent you
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| (Chorus — 2x (Billy Cook vocalizing in background)
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| All night long, all night
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| We be smoked all night
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| All night long, all night
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| As we flip and sip pink sprite
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| Put a six in a Cris we gone sip on that
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| It’s harder than a roll of quarters put your hips on that
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| Removing your thong, penetrate the pick and it’s on
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| Still sipping and smoking stroking steady making you moan
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| I’m number 0 City Don, got a cottage by the barn
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| Automatic gauges vicious dogs roaming the lawn
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| You got to worry about nothing except for keeping me happy
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| And if it’s with you than a bitch steady tapping and nappy
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| Steady tapping and nappy, getting the headboards clapping
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| Hell shot, pussy with your man asking what happened
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| And no excuses out your mouth cause you’ve been riding with me
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| Arrange my soldiers, T-H-U-G
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| See you can tell from the smile and the way that you strip
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| Something ain’t right, though nigga been all up in the guts
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| Better soak on some alcohol, and leave me alone
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| Bitch ask for the cash I get it
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| I need a thug bitch, a shop lift and sell drug bitch
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| But don’t be tripping when I’m pimping in the club bitch
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| We can hit the telly and get under the sheets
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| Knocking you down till I move around back on the streets
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| And keep rolling, got to keep my benjamins folding
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| Then I’m coming back to beat it up until it’s swollen
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| Baby it’s non stopping fix a nigga a plate
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| So don’t worry I be coming to your house real late
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| Meanwhile I’m a soldier in the battlefield
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| I’m on a mission trying to get it, I’ma make a mill
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| With or without you, but if you down
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| Then we can do it together, drank rubbers and automatic rounds
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| But don’t be tripping when I say I need space
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| I ain’t cheating but it’s some reason it’s a knee case
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| I’m a block bleeder, you got to share me with the drugs and shit
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| But when I’m fucking you it’s beautiful I love the shit |