| Shorty in down, good Lord
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| Baby got 'em up open all over town
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| Strictly biz, she don’t play around
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| Cover much ground, got game by the pound
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| Getting paid is a forte
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| Each and every day, true player way
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| I can’t get her out of my mind
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| (What?)
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| I think about the girl all the time
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| East Side to the West Side
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| Pushing phat rides, it’s no surprise
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| She got tricks in the stash
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| Stacking up the cash
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| Fast when it comes to the gas
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| By no means average
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| As long as she’s got to have it
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| Baby, you’re a perfect ten, I wanna get in
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| Can I get down, so I can win
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| I like the way you work it
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| No diggity, I try to bag it up, bag it up
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| I like the way you work it
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| I like the way you work it
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| I like the way you work it
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| She’s got class and style
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| She’s managed by the town
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| Baby, never act wild
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| Very low key on the profile
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| Catching, catching villains is a no
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| Let me tell you how it goes
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| Curve’s the words, spin’s the verbs
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| Lovers, it curves so freak what you heard
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| Rolin' with the phatness
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| You don’t even know what the half is
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| You gotta pay to play
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| Just for shorty, bang-bang, to look your way
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| I like the way you work it
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| Trumped tight, all day, every day
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| You’re blowing my mind, maybe in time
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| Baby, I can get you in my ride
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| Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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| Hey yo, that girl looks good
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| Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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| Play on, play on playette
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| Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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| You’re my kind of girl, no diggity
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| Hey yo, hey yo, hey yo, hey yo
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| Hey
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| 'Cause that’s my peeps and we row G
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| Flying first class from New York City to Black street
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| What you know about me? |
| Not a motherfucking thing
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| Cartier wooded frames sported by my shortie
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| As for me, icy gleaming pinky diamond ring
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| We be’s the baddest clique up on the scene
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| Ain’t you getting bored with these fake ass broads
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| I shows and proves, no doubt, I be takin' you, so
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| Please excuse, if I come across rude
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| That’s just me and that’s how the playettes got to be
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| Stay kicking game with a capital G
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| Ax the peoples on my block, I’m as real as can be
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| Word is bond, faking jacks never been my flava
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| So, Teddy, pass the word to your nigga Chauncy
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| I be sitting in car, let’s say around 3:30
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| Queen Pen and Black street, it’s no diggity |