| If I give it to you daddy would you throw it back
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| Throw it back, throw-throw it back
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| If I give it to you daddy would you throw it back
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| Throw it back, throw-throw it back
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| If I give it to you, you gotta throw it back
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| Gimme the cheese and the keys to yo' Maybach
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| You wanna — touch for free, I don’t play dat
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| And if your money ain’t right, nigga stay back
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| You better think twice, I like pink ice
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| Louis Vuitton boots with the mink tights
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| I ain’t no cheap, chick you gotta throw it back
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| We gotta go to the mall boy and blow some stacks — aowwww!
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| And I ain’t no golddigger
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| But you fin' to pay for this car note nigga
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| You gotta pay to play, e’rybody ain’t able
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| Damn, be a man, bring somethin to the table
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| Give it to me, let me see you drop it fast
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| Girl we could go to Phipps and get to poppin tags
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| Or we could ball through the mall, tear shoppin bags
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| And take you straight to the tail so I could chop that ass
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| Uhh, you wanna ride, we could swerve in the Vette
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| I’ll fuck you from the back done pinched yo' nerve and yo' neck
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| That pussy so good you deserve you a check
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| You want that ice on your hands with the birds 'round your neck
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| Uhh, but I ain’t no trickin nigga
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| I’m a trap cook crack up in the kitchen nigga
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| But I will lay pipe 'til that coochie dead
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| Nigga squirtin on curtains and Gucci spreads
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| I need a, sugar daddy baller
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| That go to Belle Harbor and tear the mall up
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| Uhh, I need a D to call up
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| To break me off and tear these sugar walls up
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| Heidi Floess is what they call her
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| I’m on the private jet and I’m alcoholed up
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| Miss Trina, a star is born
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| Spoiled and rich, a ghetto Kelly Osbourne
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| You know I’m in demand, you see me in Japan
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| I’m leanin on your man, my jeans worth a grand
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| I’m still the baddest and you knowin that
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| And if I, give it to you would you throw it back?
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| Give it to me
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| Give it to me… give it to me… give it to me… give it to me |