Jim rap, I am that, fat boy, I've been that
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Jim rap, I am that, fat boy, I've been that
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New toys, I'm in that
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You want her butt I'm hitting that
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I'm speaking that down to the white meat
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Might be, somebody's wifey,
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Pardon me, it must be the Ferrari, horse on the car key that got her
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All anxious to slide me, I be
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In the sky where the calls be,
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I be, in the ocean where the fish be, it's me
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Bitter wonder I'm the rap…i got a belly and a big beard
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Trap now, I lift the gold
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Bicycle, let's get physical
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Yeh I like to show, cause my wrist is glow
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And we get the most dough, by the end of disco
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Let's get physical, yeah
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Yeah, work it out, work it out
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Pick it up, drop it low, poke it out
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Get that booty right, don't stop girl
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You know next where you going out
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Showing out, tone it out
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Do it for yourself if no one else
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Try to trust, try to belt
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Shit look good with your hair and nails
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God damn, I love her body, I need her body on top of my body
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She says she in school she don't date nobody
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Never took no cuch, never raped nobody
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She doing Pilate, she tae boe and …and she got her balance
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Right like she tight …in
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No stress, success, james bond number 9, right potion
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Trap now, I lift the gold
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Bicycle, let's get physical
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Yeh I like to show, cause my wrist is glow
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And we get the most dough, by the end of disco
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Let's get physical, yeah.
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Workout
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