| Oh, now put your back into it, uh
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| I’m a pro, motherfuckers let me do it, let me do it
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| To the left, one, two, three, move it, whoo
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| Off beat, uh, yeah, watch my feet, yeah, whoo
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| I’m bout to just go lose it, uh
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| Like somebody slippin' x in my juices, uh
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| And now I’m dancin' like I’m under the influence
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| Shake my ass, I don’t owe you no excuses, ooh
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| No, n-no, n-no, I didn’t, uh
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| See my jeans fittin', let me take you from your bitches, whoo
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| Furs and cars, it make me no difference
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| Independent woman but I still spend your riches
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| What you got, I got the club so hot, so hot
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| And they strippin' from the boxers to the socks, uh
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| I’m in the corner cos I like to look a lot, uh
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| I like to see what’s hot then let me go to marry it
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| If you chillin' in New York, drop the bomb on it
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| Livin' in LA, drop the bomb on it
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| Wildin' in DC, drop the bomb on it
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| You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
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| If you’re ridin' in Detroit, drop the bomb on it
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| Cadillac-ey too, drop the bomb on it
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| ATL, dirty, drop the bomb on it
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| You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
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| Yeah, uh, go head and drop the bomb on me
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| Call 9, 1, 1, this a crime on me, uh
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| The flow that I throw be hard to follow
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| From? |
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| straight to Chicago, yeah, ooh
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| I love the way the track sittin', yeah
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| Me and Timothy, whoo, la, good rhythms
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| Easy on the beat, whoo, la, you didn’t, uh, uh
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| Slidin' in my slips like I’m Rick James' freak, freak
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| I’m havin' fun with ya son, uh
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| Ain’t twenty-one, tell 'em don’t need to come, uh
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| Way too young to get the taste of yum yum
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| I’m way too drunk off Bacardi and rum, uh
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| Don’t act dumb, drop it where you from
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| Rich or bum, it don’t mean nothing, whoo
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| You need this heat cos the track overdone, uh
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| Radio drop the bomb on this one, whoo
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| If you from Miami, drop the bomb on it
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| From Louisville, drop the bomb on it
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| Vacation in VA, drop the bomb on it
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| You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
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| If you live in Las Vegas, drop the bomb on it
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| Or chillin' in Philly, drop the bomb on it
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| New Jersey, Brits, drop the bomb on it
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| You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
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| Ring the alarm, somebody dropping by, whoa, yay, whoo
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| ?? |
| I’m a park it in valet, uh
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| Let my ass shake like a truck on the highway, uh
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| Stayin' on my toes like I been doing ballet
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| And if it snows I’m going back to Cali, uh
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| No, n-no, n-no you didn’t, uh
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| Put the track on, nigga, stop that bullshittin', uh
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| Ain’t got no time, need a track that’s hittin'
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| And if it’s hittin', here’s a bomb for your listen, ooh
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| If you live in Alabama, drop the bomb on it
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| Stay in Mississippi, drop the bomb on it
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| Chill in Ohio, drop the bomb on it
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| You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it
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| If you live in Texas, drop the bomb on it
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| From Mexico, drop the bomb on it
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| People everywhere, drop the bomb on it, come on
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| You need to drop, drop, drop, drop the bomb on it |