| And if I play my cards right
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| Tonight, would you put me on?
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| Put, put me on?
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| Put, put me on?
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| If I play my cards right
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| Tonight, would you put me on?
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| Put, put me on?
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| Let me take you home
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| I’m turnt up, I gets no sleep
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| I 'member last night we was four deep
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| It was me and my nigga with two freaks
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| Square bitches, two geeks
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| They didn’t smoke and they didn’t drink
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| They rock True Religion and love pink
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| Bitch, I’m fly and my shit don’t stink
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| These niggas wack and this club’s packed
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| We smoked up, they gettin' contact
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| She said it’s crackin' somewhere else
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| I’m like, «Where it’s at? | 
| Bitch, where it’s at?»
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| And if I play my cards right
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| Tonight, would you put me on?
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| Put, put me on?
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| Put, put me on?
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| If I play my cards right
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| Tonight, would you put me on?
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| Put, put me on?
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| Let me take you home
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| I’m off one upper and a few downers
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| I’m a Cypress Village Oak-Towner
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| I slide through with my trunk poundin'
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| My candy wet and these bitches drownin'
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| Said you been lookin' for me and don’t want nobody else
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| Said lately you been lonely, in need of something fresh
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| Just answer when I call and meet me in the West
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| Meet me in the West, meet me in the West
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| And if I play my cards right
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| Tonight, would you put me on?
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| Put, put me on?
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| Put, put me on?
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| If I play my cards right
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| Tonight, would you put me on?
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| Put, put me on?
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| Let me take you home
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| Let me take you home, let me take you home
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| Let me take you home, let me take you home
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| Let me take you home, let me take you home
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| Let me take you home, let me take you home |