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Lookin' too fly to the bar
Niggas wanna stop, who I are
on my waist tryna find out
If I'm gonna flip off of one
And can he get

I'm a rock hip-hop pop
You check out the doe and the car
Never run from nothin' I come through
Roll with the that can take out your whole crew

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I can make a whole talk shit!

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I can make a song talk shit!

I like to dance to a slow song
You're too and I can't get my groove on
Drop a and let a girl feel somethin'
I'm so gutter, watch my two-step do

Tippy-toes tip and a mean walk
I ain't listen to your big talk
High off my drink for the time
Boy, and get it
me make these niggas fall in line

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Bout to head to the hills fore I out
Get my from the check fore I spaz out
Pull my whip to the and I jump in
Catch a look comin' the niggas in the black Benz

Red light and now tryna hop in
(Remember I was in school, I was your boyfriend?)
Got the so we never entertain those
Hungry-ass groupies on the phone they got hoes

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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I can make a whole song shit!

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I can make a whole talk shit!

Now I'm feelin' mmm, mmm
filled up with the bloodshots
Look a lay-up with the lights out
Now he's get a lick but I'm all gone

Keep, keep
Keep, keep
Keep, talkin'
Keep, keep

this man who's not star?
Yet you who I are
On track with rock star, the pop star
Who the man behind hot
Smoke, I'm to be popular

Now, where he
Is it my city, your
All you need to know, I come from a city
Never shoot the boys, still keep the Bentley
Taste to the kush with a chase of the

And when I'm lookin' for a freak, picky-picky
And if it smell icky, her pull up her Vickie's
But if it alright, I might do the licky-licky
Let you suck on my neck but, please, no

(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
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I can make a whole talk shit!

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(Hicky-hicky-hicky)
Aww shit!
I can make a whole song shit!