| Aiyo, tell me how you like it
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| Shorty, I can fill necklace with ice bricks
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| Big houses and jewelry and nice whips
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| And all you gotta do is tell me how you like, now how you like it?
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| (I tell you how I like it
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| And you ain’t gotta try and buy me with nice gifts
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| We can probably take a ride in your Lexus, slide on the nightshift
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| Real real it, that’s how I like it)
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| See, I’m the type of chick that’ll call his phone
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| At two thirty in the morn', like I’m home alone
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| I gots to smoke, come over, make him think we fucking
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| And when he get here, nothing, I only need a Dutch
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| If it’s mine, don’t touch it, give it time, don’t rush it
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| And I never do displays of affection in public
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| I’m Remy, and you can’t control your liquor
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| Give you negative, you still ain’t get the picture
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| I ain’t a gold digger, I’m a go getta
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| And I got money, I ain’t fucking with a broke nigga
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| Not even close, nigga, yeah I need that gwop
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| See I like convertibles, I don’t need that top
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| I’m P.C., respect the don
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| Trick, I can switch a till Coupe from a MetroCard
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| Drive cars, no rules, where the trees is palm
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| Nice weather, everyday and the weed’s the bomb
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| You don’t believe, that my cream is long?
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| I got money to burn, but never trick for these sleezy broads
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| All they getting is a dick in they back
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| If I ever did, trick, when they leave me, they giving it back
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| I like late night creeps, with a late night freak
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| Hot sex in the car, with the case, might be
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| Long strokes when I pipe it, I can give you nice dick
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| And all you gotta do is tell me how you like it
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| Yo, I like 'em sassy, with a little touch of class
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| Take a redbone, sprinkle low a Stacey Dash
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| Body smooth, sorta like a baby’s ass
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| Head game crazy, shorty almost made me crash
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| I like 'em 5'9, and a chocolate diva
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| BK chick, bring a nigga chocolate reefer
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| Sticky black, no garbage either
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| Freak in the bed, and know how to palm the heater
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| I like a chick that knows to respect the don
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| When it come to strength, no doubt, respect is on
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| She gon' ride, whenever the pressure’s on
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| And Transform on your ass like a Decepticon
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| Stick and move with the weapon drawn
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| Bonnie and Clyde, we ride with our vests on
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| She ain’t afraid to protect the God
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| She a snotty chick, that stay disrespecting y’all |