| Already got one, rolled up in my left hand
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| Pussy on my mind, tighter than a headband
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| Kush in my lungs, got ganja in my sweat glands
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| This shit I’m on, better than the next strand
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| Than the next strand, better than the next strand
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| She head down, booty poppin' in a handstand
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| I shine bright, I’ll give your girl a slight tan
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| I make that pussy whistle like the Old Spice man
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| I don’t even understand, why she’d ever want a man
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| If she ever throw it, I’d catch it like a cornerback
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| Like a cornerback, that’s an interception
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| You think I give a fuck, that’s a misconception
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| Oh what a night, oh what a night
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| The roof is on fire, so what? |
| I’m high
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| I said, oh what a night, oh what a night
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| Yeah she a bad bitch, all jokes aside
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| Hey, look at baby over there
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| Wassup, little mama come here
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| She started talking but I really couldn’t hear
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| Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror
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| Like she do it in the mirror, like she do it in the mirror
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| She broke it down started moving like Shakira
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| Like she do it in the mirror
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| Chop one, chop two, chop that ass down
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| Chop that ass down, chop chop that ass down
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| All I want you to do is just drop that ass down
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| Drop drop that ass down, now look back at it
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| Whistling Dixie
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| Middle school, I was getting head on a ten speed
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| Jiggalo blood line, pimpin' hereditary
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| Black on 28's, it remind of February
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| Bet you can fuck with me, that would be Neveruary
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| Dead ass rapper should have came with a cemetery
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| I am so cold, nigga like Ben & Jerry
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| Fill a nigga, deal a nigga, kill a nigga, obituary
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| My vision blurry, these bitches flirtin'
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| I’ve been drinking all night, I think my kidney’s hurtin'
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| So I closed the curtains on the 62
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| Her ass would knock your ass out, you better stick and move
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| Chain hang to my ding-a-ling
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| Chain hang, chain hang to my ding-a-ling
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| To do a threesome you gotta intervene
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| Her legs so sexy when I’m in-between
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| Hey, look at baby over there
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| Wassup, little mama come here
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| She started talking but I really couldn’t hear
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| Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror
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| Like she do it in the mirror, like she do it in the mirror
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| She broke it down started moving like Shakira
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| Like she do it in the mirror
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| She do it like she do it in the mirror
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| Be cautious, that booty is bigger than it appears
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| She speed it up or slow it down, like she’s switching gears
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| I’m looking for the baddest one here
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| I tell her like, do that there, do that there
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| You gotta stretch it out, girl move that there
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| She bend it over, touch her toes when she toot that there
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| Like hut one, hut two, girl who back there?
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| Who back there? |
| I’m back there
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| I could take a step back and sip my cognac there
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| Picture perfect body, that’s a Kodak there
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| Now make a nigga feel welcome like a doormat’s there
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| I’m like, oh what a night, oh what a night
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| The roof is on fire, so what? |
| I’m high
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| I’m like, oh what a night, oh what a night
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| That’s a bad bitch, all jokes aside
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| Hey, look at baby over there
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| Wassup, little mama come here
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| She started talking but I really couldn’t hear
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| Until she started dancing like she do it in the mirror
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| Like she do it in the mirror, like she do it in the mirror
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| She broke it down started moving like Shakira
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| Like she do it in the mirror |