He can’t walk out of Gettin' rude in the place
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With a gun in my waist
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I just might pop out slugs
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With a straight arm
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Bullets stomp through your Phat Farm till the animals jump out of No justifications
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While my song question like that Jigga What?
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I’m the cause that the thugs gon' fight
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In the club so tight, y’all KY’d up Sometimes I fall, on cars I just hop right up With the drop top and the top dropped
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And your mouth drops like
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«WHAT THE «Only deal with conjunction chicks
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When I’m looking to hit
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They give me butt
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Now who da man, say Timbaland!
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(Lil' Man)
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Now off the top, off the top
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(We at it again)
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From the candy store to the coffee shop
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(We at it again)
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To your girl next door, to your boy next door
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(We at it again)
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To the one’s at the club
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To the people on the floor
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(We at it again)
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Hit in one mo' gin
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Now say off the top, off the top
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(We at it again)
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From the candy store to the coffee shop
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(We at it again)
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To your girl next door, to your boy next door
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(We at it again)
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To the people at the club
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To the one’s on the floor
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(We at it again, at it again)
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Get a cuff on your hoes
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Got a dick 'bout the size of an elbow
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Don’t scream when it hurt
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I’m a fucking machine
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Fiend for cash, fiend for hash
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Ginseng make it last
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Push shorty on the butt
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Not giving a fuck
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Press your luck, ready to buck
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I’m a bad motherfucker when it come to the shows
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Fucking your hoes, don’t hate Mag hate the flows
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Two in the clip ready to pimp
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I’m a bad motherfucker and I’m ready to trip
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Y’all scared motherfuckers y’all ready to dip
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With your bitch ass sporting a slip
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Then a fool like me come out with a thang in the hip
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Get back in your ride, light you up on your driver side
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Those weak niggas better be ready to hide
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One in your leg, two in your side
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(Lil' Man)
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Now off the top, off the top
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(We at it again)
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From the candy store to the coffee shop
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(We at it again)
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To your girl next door, to your boy next door
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(We at it again)
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To the one’s at the club
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To the people on the floor
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(We at it again)
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Hit in one mo' gin
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Now say off the top, off the top
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(We at it again)
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From the candy store to the coffee shop
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(We at it again)
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To your girl next door, to your boy next door
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(We at it again)
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To the people at the club
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To the one’s on the floor
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(We at it again, at it again)
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Uh, Sebastian never play niggas
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I fuckin' just trade me some niggas
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Fuck up my brain when she steady giving me brain in the whip
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Never hit just ball legit
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Give her diamonds so big she can’t ball up her fist
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With designers so big shirts crop at the wrist
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Look at some of the shit that my dough can get
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Whoo! |
Boy that’s that shit!
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That I be dippin' and poppin' the top and
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These bitches? |
and blockin'
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These niggas lovin' the dough
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My youngins lovin' the flow
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South people back on the roll
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Ladies get back on the floor
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Fellas keep throwin' the bowls
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This how a party should go
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(Lil' Man)
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Now off the top, off the top
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(We at it again)
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From the candy store to the coffee shop
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(We at it again)
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To your girl next door, to your boy next door
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(We at it again)
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To the one’s at the club
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To the people on the floor
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(We at it again)
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Hit in one mo' gin
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Now say off the top, off the top
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(We at it again)
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From the candy store to the coffee shop
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(We at it again)
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To your girl next door, to your boy next door
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(We at it again)
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To the people at the club
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To the one’s on the floor
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(We at it again, at it again) |