| You know when I made the song the plug daughter
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| Ya heard me?
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| I was fuckin wit' this lil bitch, ya heard me?
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| She took me to her daddy
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| I thought her daddy was the man
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| But her momma really was the one, ya heard me?
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| I told the nigga, that nigga said, «If you hurt my daughter, I’ll kill your
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| family»
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| I told him, «I ain’t got no family!»
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| Do you feel this here in your ear?
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| Dick appear in your ribs, on the real
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| From the rear, in the mirror
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| I’m him, don’t trip
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| I got’chu, I got’chu
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| I got me, just get you
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| Selfish, it’s not true
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| I’ma show you how I could do
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| Throw it back when you rock the move
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| Reason why I probably rock with you
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| I got me, I got you
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| On the real, do you feel?
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| This here, in your ear
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| Dick appear in your ribs
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| On the real, from the rear
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| Dirty dollar getter
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| On the phone with one of my hittas
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| Drop the bands, pots and pans
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| In the kitchen baggin' up sand
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| I’m not carin', one of my man
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| He owe me a hunnid bands
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| Say no names, hearin' impaired
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| Push one button, your feet up in the air
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| Hard for me to sit back in this chair
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| I’m hands on, I’m everywhere
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| Go in his section turn up there
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| Cold sport but life ain’t fair
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| Go back platinum one more time
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| After that it’s white veneer
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| Say she love me, okay yeah
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| Let me rip then go somewhere
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| Step out dressed in sweatsuit dapper
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| They might say I’m debonair
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| In the slum, you never there
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| Paid for techs, you meant protection
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| Big old weapon by the stairs
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| From the projects, we impaired
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| 50 wrapped inside the fanny
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| Sippin' Fanta without a care
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| Do you feel this here in your ear?
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| Dick appear in your ribs, on the real
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| From the rear, in the mirror
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| I’m him, don’t trip
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| I got’chu, I got’chu
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| I got me, just get you
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| Selfish, it’s not true
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| I’ma show you how I could do
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| Throw it back when you rock the move
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| Reason why I probably rock with you
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| I got me, I got you
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| On the real, do you feel?
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| This here, in your ear
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| Dick appear in your ribs
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| On the real, from the rear
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| Screechin', mackin', bouncin'
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| Big ol' booty bouncin'
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| I’m pourin' up two ounces
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| This here flow like a fountain
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| This here tall like a mountain
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| We in here money countin'
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| Sometimes it’s so astoundin'
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| Blowin' this loud we loungin'
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| Fix your face stop poutin'
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| Bae I’ma take you shoppin'
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| I told you stop that doubtin'
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| GPS re-routin'
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| Goin' out for a lil' outin'
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| You better not get to shoutin'
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| I’ll show you I’m really 'bout it
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| Don’t make no scene in public
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| Bae, who the fuck gettin' loud with?
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| Get in this room, get full of this liquor
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| Same one I dick you down in
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| Bricks just touched from out in the H
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| You knowin' I’m out of town and
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| Making that face I’m poundin'
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| You making that face you frownin' up
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| Do you feel this here in your ear?
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| Dick appear in your ribs, on the real
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| From the rear, in the mirror
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| I’m him, don’t trip
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| I got’chu, I got’chu
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| I got me, just get you
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| Selfish, it’s not true
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| I’ma show you how I could do
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| Throw it back when you rock the move
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| Reason why I probably rock with you
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| I got me, I got you
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| On the real, do you feel?
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| This here, in your ear
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| Dick appear in your ribs
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| On the real, from the rear |