| She wanna, put on her favorite CD and take it off
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| She wanna, get up on top of some D and make it soft
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| She wanna, ride around off in my big beige Coupe
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| But she don’t wanna go and kick it with her own age group
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| She wanna, hit the dodo 'til it make hers eyes tight
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| But her, I.D. |
| photo picture’s on the right side
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| So I, told her «get somewhere and jump you some hoop
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| Or hop some jax with your buddies 'stead of flirtin' with folks
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| She wanna, smuggle Gin off in the club in her purse
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| She wanna, be the one to say that she hit it first
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| She wanna, hold the record for the most play things
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| That she done stuffed off in her nani 'fore the age 18
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| She wanna, pierce her navel 'til it hurts like hell
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| And play it off and pierce her tongue too 'cause she like girls
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| She wanna, wrap her leg around the pole and go spin
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| Until them pills that she swallowed really start to kick in…
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| She wanna, ride in a Bentley 'cause she heard they the bomb
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| She wanna, lick on a sucker 'til her lips get numb
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| She wanna, find a goldie that she know she can dig
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| And then go eat some grits and eggs until her ass gets big
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| She wanna, go adjust that look to fix her hair
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| Then go take some pictures sittin' in that wicker chair
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| She wanna, let the pimpin' know she down to bone
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| But when it come to her I.D. |
| she done forgot it at home
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| She wanna, knock a O.G., tell her girls she done got him
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| Then go into vivid detail 'bout his two-minute problem
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| She wanna, drop her peachy folder down on the ground
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| And then go get a Maxim magazine to show that she’s down
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| She wanna, let these players know that she ain’t no kid
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| So go put this wristband on bitch so we know who you is
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| She want a diamond bracelet, a diamond necklace
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| A diamond party at thr Diamond Club with a diamond checklist… |